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TEN NIGHT AND YOU
(AND BLUE HAWAII...)
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HOLLY HAD TRIED to figure out the golden egg, when the celebrations had turned into the other Slytherins trying to make her open the egg in front of all of them. And Pansy, appalled that they would demand something so Gryffindor out of them, took Holly to the dorm room and they tried to figure it out. They tried. They did not succeed.
But it's fine. It's fine. Holly's got months and months until the next task, and really, she likes to think that her best work comes at the last minute. One time in primary school she was meant to do this whole project about Ancient Egypt over the course of six months, but it was horrific, and she managed to do a better job in the weekend before than over six months. (Her dad helped a little, but that was because she couldn't cut pictures out neatly and, well, her dad's a plastic surgeon, so he was enlisted.)
She supposes that she's the only one that hasn't figured it out yet, because if it's going to be anyone that's still figuring out what to do the night before, it's going to be her. There's probably a lesson about what these golden eggs do in Defence Against the Dark Arts that she's too young to have learnt, and since Harry's almost died thirty times, she supposes he knows what the egg is and therefore he knows what to do, as well. It's just her that doesn't... How did she get in this tournament in the first place?
Like, she's doing well so far, she knows that, but still. She's too young to have learnt the important stuff the others do. No one's out to kill her, she hasn't been forced to learn extra spells in order to survive. Sure, she's got a couple advanced ones up her sleeve, but what's going to happen if she uses them? She'd be sent to Azkaban, and on the way, she'd get killed by Karkaroff by revealing what Durmstrang teaches.
But the other champions. They're all smart. They know all of the fancy spells in the spellbooks with nicer covers, the ones she's looked at in Diagon Alley and happily thought, one day I'll be getting you. But she hasn't yet, and they have. They know the advanced spells. She can't even ask a teacher for some extra help, because that'll be classed as cheating, or whatever. Not that she'd ask, anyway. She's too stubborn for that, come on.
Holly leaves her friends in the common room shortly after dinner, walking the route to the kitchens. The second that she and her friends lost excitement in the golden egg, having realised that the screech was nothing but shitty and it only attracted the mermaids in the lake, she introduced the little dragon.
At first, she was debating whether to name it Vivien or Juliet — Vivien, after the actress Vivien Leigh, or Juliet, after the play. She's leaning towards Vivien now, but she supposes she'll make Juliet the middle name of the little dragon. Vivien Juliet Lippincott, the dragon. Vivien the Dragon. Beautiful but cunning.
