Fire On Fire

Chapter Nine ~ Interviews

All five of us, tri-wizard champions, are huddled together in a group for a photo, Fleur and I and sitting cross from each other in chairs, Fleur on the right and I'm on the left, with boys standing behind us. Cedric is behind Fleur, Victor is behind me and Harry in between them. 

As the camera man takes the photo a woman appears from the puff of smoke.

"What a charismatic quintet. Hello." A colourful, blonde woman says simply.

She walks over to us and gleefully shakes each of our hands.

"I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet. But of course you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news. What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" She weirdly caresses mine and Fleur's cheeks before lightly slapping them surprising us both as we blink rapidly, she moves behind us I look at Fleur with a creeped out look.

"What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath those curls?" she then runs her thin, pale, figures through Cedric's hair ruffling it roughly. He looks disturbed with, now, wild hair.

This woman has no sense in personal space does she?!

"In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers ... So, who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm?"

There was an long awkward silence as Harry makes eye contact with me, he looks like he is practically dying inside, I internally cringe about the idea as well and it shows on my face.

"Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely." She quickly expresses with annoyance in her voice.

She grabs Harry by the shoulder of his robe and drags him off into a closet ... wow ...

I look in the direction they left in before turning to the other with a 'WTF' face. Fleur shared the same face as the other two to cringe.

"Is it too late to run ...?" I mutter to everyone.

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After a short while they emerge from the cupboard and Harry looks peeved.

"Alright, now your turn." She grabs me by my elbow and starts towards dragging me along to the same closest.

I turn my head towards the others with wide eyes, silently asking for help, but they only gave me sorry faces.

She leaves the door ajar slightly and we walk further into the cupboard, she sits me down on a stool by the window.

"You dont mind if I use a 'quick quill' do you?"

"Uhh actuall-"

"So tell me, a young girl, age Thirteen-"

"Fiftee-"

"About to compete against four students, three of them being not only more emotionally mature than yourself but have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your wildest dreams. Concerned?"

I get serious, is she underestimating me? Who else is over looking my achievements?

"I am absolutely not concerned, I have been studying magic since I was nine years old and hold the skill level of a graduate, I have mastered 'Martial Magic' by the time I was eleven and have a professional record of being the best seeker and beater in the world also being the youngest. The age and skill of my competitors have never intimidated me and they won't start now."

"Even so-"

She looks like she doesn't belive me! Either that or she just completely ignored my statement.