After riding a carriage with the worlds stupidest Hufflepuff on the planet, the little first years began to get sorted in the Great Hall. I'm not paying much attention, as my notebook has my all my thoughts and attention wrapped in it. Currently, I'm looking back into last years observations. That is probably my favorite year for quotes.
"This is the second time you have spoken out of term Miss Granger. Are you incapable of retaining yourself or do you take pride n being an insufferable know-it-all?" -Severus Snape, Professor, D.A.D.A Class. Circumstance: Hermione Granger, 3rd year mudblood Gryffindor interrupted him.That's one of my personal favorites. Granger deserved it. Filthy mudblood scum.
I also enjoy "My dear boy, it's an omen of death!" -Sybill Trelawney, Professor, Divination. Circumstance: Was reading Harry Potter, 3rd year half-blood Gryffindor, tee leaves when there was a shape that strongly represented the Grim. That was her speaking to Harry Potter, another person I despise. I was rather disappointed when he managed to survive though the year. Hey, maybe he'll die this year.
As I continue to flip the pages, a lightning bolt flashes through the ceiling, followed by a bunch of rain. Everyone begins to scream. Everyone, that is, except of me. I just calmly close my notebook, in hope to not let it get soaked in rain water.
Suddenly, a bolt of light strikes the ceiling, and the rain stops immediately. I whip my head around looking for the caster. Eventually, my eyes fall upon a large man, with a cane, a bunch of scars, and the most frightening thing; a crazy eye. It sticks out of his head, and is darting around. I watch in shock as the eye rests on me. It watches me for a couple seconds, before continuing the darting.
"Stupid ceiling." He mutters as he walks up to Dumbledore.
Whispers go around the crowd.
"That's Mad-Eye Moody!" Some Ravenclaw next to me whisper-shouts to no one in particular.
"The ex-auror? Why's he at Hogwarts?" Another Ravenclaw girl questions franticly. Honestly, this girl is so draft. He's in Hogwarts to replace Professor Lupin, who resigned last year after his secret of being a werewolf got out. Coward.
An Auror is a dark-wizard catcher. I believe Lupin is one as well as Mad-Eye. Aurors are basically what Barty was arrested for torturing. Hey, they deserved it. They're Auror's, after all. They fight against The Dark Lord.
I franticly take out my notebook and flip to a new page.
"Stupid ceiling."- Mad-Eye Moody, ex auror, D.A.D.A professor. Circumstance: The ceiling began to rain, and he stopped it. Then, as I watched him, his eye locked glances with mine. I think he might know me from somewhere. He sure acted like it. I just don't know him.
"Hello, everyone." Dumbledore says to all the students stretched out in front of him. "And welcome to another year at Hogwarts. This," he motions to Mad-Eye. "Is Alastor Moody, your new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor. Now, I have an announcement to make. Hogwarts will not only be your home this year, but home to two other schools. See, this year, Hogwarts has been chosen to host the tri-wizard tournament!"
Cheers fill the room. But I am to preoccupied to cheer. I whip out my notebook yet again, and scribble down;"Hogwarts has been chosen to host the tri-wizard tournament!"-Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. Circumstance: During the beginning of the year feast, Dumbledore made an announcement. Still waiting for further details.
But this is what my father said was going to happen at Hogwarts! The freaking tri-wizard tournament!
"Settle down, settle down!" Dumbledore demands. "Now, because of that, Quidditch will be canceled for this year." Boos echo from almost every student in the Great Hall. I, on the other hand, am relieved. No Quidditch for an entire year! This is the best news all day! Oh, I better write that down!
"Quidditch will be canceled this year!"-Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. Circumstance: The tri-wizard tournament is happening this year, causing there to be no Quidditch. I am very happy about this, unlike most other Hogwarts students, especially the Gryffindor's.
I glace over at the Gryffindor table to see that almost all of their students have risen from their seats, and were screaming at our headmaster.
"SILENCE!" He demands. Everyone quiets down. "No, for those of you that don't know, the tri-wizard tournament is a tournament with three tasks. Three very dangerous tasks." I can almost see all of the Gryffindor's eyes twinkling at the though of danger. They have a tendency to like doing stupid thing without thinking about it. "Our special guests will arrive in early October. Now, we will meet two of the judges. Please give a warm welcome to: Bartemius Crouch and Ludo Bagman!"
My face falls as my father walks next to Dumbledore, followed closely by another man. Why, oh why did my stupid father have to come to this? Why can't I just be father-free for the year, which is what I spent the entire summer waiting for.
But we don't always get what we wish for, do we?
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