Lucinda Evans - still in progress

Chapter 7 - The first task

Authors note: I changed the story a bit. I added a new character (Merope Black). Just so you know.

The everyday life at Hogwarts returned pretty much. 

Well, at least what I see as everyday life. In the morning in a very loud Great Hall, classes, lunch, again classes and dinner at an even louder Great Hall.

"Come here, Lucinda," Draco calls me, which I also like to call everyday life. "Have you read this article?"

Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was chosen as one of the Champions by the Goblet of Fire in the Triwizard Tournament. We asked him where he got the courage to inscribe for such a dangerous competition. 'I suppose I get my strength from my parents. I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now'. Though tough he may be he still thinks a lot about the loss of his parents. 'Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I'm not ashamed to admit it'. Harry Potter, a boy of twelve is not scared of the dangers he is going to face during this tournament. 'I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they're watching over me'.

"Little Potter boy still cries himself asleep, thinking about his dead parents. Don't you think that is funny, Lucinda?" Draco asks with a grin.

"They say he's a boy of twelve, how real can this story be?"

"Don't spoil all the fun for me, Luce. It's funny," Draco whines while pouting. Ok, that's kind of cute.

"Do you still think this is funny?" I ask him while pointing at a part further in the article.

Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school. 

"They call him one of the top students? How is that even possible?!!" Draco yells out. "They must have really bad sources." He mumbles to himself while frowning. So much for his happy mood. Well done, Lucinda.

I walk away and see Pansy Parkinson take my place next to Draco.

"Stunningly pretty? Her?" Pansy shrieks when she reads it too. "What was she judging against — a chipmunk?" 

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"Bon, we kn'ow what thee first défi will be," Madame Maxime started. We're having a meeting for the Tournament. We all need to do our part to make it easier for our school to win by supporting and helping Fleur Delacour. "Des dragons."

A few girls gasp and look shocked at one another. Some look relieved, I suspect that they weren't chosen. Mer and I look at each other and roll our eyes and our mouths still have some traces of the laugh we are trying to fight back.

"You should blind it, so it cannot see you," one girl, Mathilde, suggests. 

"No, you should put it asleep,"

"That's not possible. How are you going to make the dragon drink the potion?"

Everybody in the room starts talking and it is one big chaos of sounds.

"Mes filles, only one at the time please," Madame Maxime interferes.

"Aren't your partly Veela?" I ask Fleur. I see her face become pale. Some girls start whispering in a rather shocked tone. I guess they didn't notice it yet. 

"Oui, that's true. My grandmother was one," she answers with a new-found confidence.

" Why don't you use those powers to hypnotize it?" Mer asks.