What Goes Up, Must Come Down #Wattys2016

Chapter 22: I think so

WARNING: Worst chapter I have ever written because I wrote it at one in the morning and my writing sucks balls anyways.

Moody fixes his wand at me, and I back up. "Obliviate!"

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"Well this is boring." I comment to the person next to me, who is picking at her nails.

"You don't say." Is her response. She snorts slightly, but continues her nail-picking.

Today is the third and final task, thank God, and right now we are staring at a hedge, waiting for someone to come out.

Okay, fine, it's technically a maze made out of hedges. Still pretty boring though. We've been sitting here for about half an hour waiting for something to happen besides the occasional breeze, causing a couple leaves to fly out of the tall hedge's wall.

Fun, right?

And I thought the second task was boring. At least I got to sit by George. Today Libby/devil/date stealer was sitting next to him, so I just sat by this random girl, not wanting her to annoy me to the point where I have to resort to punching her again.

I believe she's a year older than me. Her name's Spencer, or at least according to her jacket, which has 'Spencer' written in shiny gold thread.

Why people engrave their name in items of clothing is a mystery to me. It doesn't make any sense, and it's a waste of time and energy. Whatever. It's there lives, not mine anyways.

The girl next to me, Spencer, yawns obnoxiously, and flips her blood hair, and everything seems like it can't get any more boring.

And then there's a scream.

An earsplitting scream fills the air, that could only belong to Fleur Delacour. I cover my ears, along with many other people, until her scream stops.

I cautiously uncover my ears, and look around at the crowd of cringing people.

The Beauxbatons girls are freaking out, the Durnstrang boys look indifferent and the Hogwarts students just look glad that she stopped screaming.

"Well, it's no longer boring." I say to Spencer, just as red sparks fill the cloudy sky. Dumbledore said before Fleur, Cedric, Harry and Viktor entered the maze that if anyone wished to be withdrawn just to send up red sparks in the air.

When he announced that I actually laughed. Why should they be allowed to leave? They signed up for it. What a wimp.

We sit in silence for a while longer, still shaken up by Fleur's scream before Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory appear on the ground.

Cedric's limbs are stretched out, and he looks knocked or something, and Harry is on top of him...crying?

Wait, what?

People around us are screaming. Girls are sobbing. Most look shocked and confused.

Moody runs over as fast as he could, clutching his little walking stick and his eye looking everywhere frantically. He grabs Potter by his sleeve, drags him off of Cedric who may or may not be dead, and pulls him across the audience and into Hogwarts.

"Is Cedric dead?!" I yell to Spencer.

She looks terrified. "I think so."

Short, poorly written and stupid, yet a chapter none the less.