Jim Armstrong and the Goblet's Curse

Chapter 4: Dessert is Stupidly Deadly

SOOOO sorry for not updating last week!!! But anyways... here's Chapter 4! Hope you enjoy :)

My jaw dropped.

The doors swung opened to a room the size of a banquet hall, just without the tables, chairs and fancy decorations. Instead, it was a large open space filled with students. The walls were covered in black drapes with intricate patterns embroidered into them. The stitch work looked random and in no particular colour either, but it somehow worked together to make the space look formidable. Various weapons that I took to be ceremonial weapons hung on hooks around the walls and sat in glass cases, but the most interesting part of the room wasn't the décor. It was a girl.

She looked a little shorter than me, around my age, and a lot stronger than I was, or ever would be. But those aspects were not what had caught my eye about her. No, it was her hair.

Her hair, you might ask? What could be so special about her hair? Well, for one thing, it was unkempt, but sleek at the same time, if that were even possible, it was short, but also long, like she had deranged layers, and oh, also the little fact that her hair was completely silver.

When I say her hair is silver, I mean her hair was silver. I could tell that it easily could have been dyed, but just something about it told me that it was completely natural. How? No idea. I just knew it was.

Besides her hair being completely weird, the other thing that caught my eye about her was the fact that she was battling other students with the same ease in which Noah had killed that Greyon. Maybe even more ease. She was wielding a red blade at the students that she was battling and she didn't seem to think twice about any of the moves she made, as if she automatically knew what to do. It reminded me of moves I'd pulled off in the bathroom with the Greyon, where I didn't know how I knew how to do all that, but I just did. The girl looked to be more machine than human and I yelped as her foot came very near my head.

I didn't even know her name, but I was already scared of her.

"Who is that?" I asked as we gave the girl and the other students a wide berth. Noah chuckled darkly.

"That is Cecily Martin," he answered. "You don't want cross that one. Very dangerous to even look at her in the wrong way. Might be the last thing that you ever do."

"Yeah, I kind of got that," I answered, following Noah through the room. We steered clear of Cecily, though Noah did raise his hand in greeting. To my surprise, Cecily waved back before going back to her fight.

Noah walked across the room to another set of double doors, these ones plain and wooden. He pushed them open and I headed inside, Noah following closely behind. The room we'd entered was basically an oversized storage closet. There were racks of all types of armor, boxes of shoes, shelves of weapons and duffle bags hanging on hooks. There were also duffle bags littering the floor, along with boxes and armor. The shelves were overflowing with lone pairs of shoes, old rusted javelins, and all different types of swords. The racks were disorganized and the armor lay in disarray, but for some reason still looked very new and polished. As I looked around, I accidentally stumbled into a rack of chest plates, which sent a duffle bag into a javelin, which in turn sent a box of shoes onto Noah's head.

"Sorry," I said as the stuff came to a stop.

"It's fine. Happens a lot," Noah replied. He dug through a bunch of stuff and extracted a chest plate, knee and elbow caps, handing them all to me, which I put into a duffle bag. Finally I had everything except for one.