SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

The Triwizard Tournament

Lightning flashed across the sky as the carriages came to a halt before the great oak doors. People who had arrived before them were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle. John, Sherlock, Cas and Dean jumped out of the carriage and dashed up the steps too, looking up only when they were safely inside the torch-lit Entrance Hall.

'Hey!' John objected, as Sherlock shook the water out of his hair and it hit John in the face.

'Sorry.'

'I'm already soak-' He gasped as a large red water balloon dropped from the ceiling onto his head and exploded. Drenched and spluttering, John staggered sideways into Sherlock, lurching himout of the way of a second water balloon.

Sherlock bit his lip, but couldn't fully contain his snigger at John with his hair plastered to his face.

'Oh, very funny,' John grumbled.

Everyone around them began shoving each other to get out of the line of fire. Above the, Peeves the poltergeist took aim, his wide face contorted in concentration.

'PEEVES!' yelled an angry voice. 'Peeves, come down here at ONCE!'

Professor McGonagall had come dashing out of the Great Hall

'Not doing nothing!' Peeves cackled, throwing another balloon at some fifth-year girls. 'Already wet, aren't they? Little squirts!' He aimed another balloon at some second-years who had just arrived.

'I shall call the Headmaster!' shouted Professor McGonagall. 'I'm warning you, Peeves-'

Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw the rest of the balloons into the air, and zoomed off up the marble staircase.

'Well, move along, then!' Professor McGonagall said sharply. 'Into the Great Hall, come on!'

They all slipped and slid across the Entrance Hall and through the double doors.

The Great Hall was its usual splendid self, with golden plates and goblets set out along the four house tables and the staff table, and hundreds of floating candles lit the room.

This was one of the few occasions of the year that everyone was required to sit at their house tables, so they left Sherlock and Castiel at the Ravenclaw table, then carried on to the Gryffindor table.

'Good evening,' said Nearly-Headless Nick as they sat down around him.

'Says who?' Harry said grumpily, taking off his shoes and emptying them of water. 'Hope they hurry up with the Sorting, I'm starving.'

Just then, a highly excited, breathless voice called down the table, 'Hiya, Harry!' It was Colin Creevey.

'Hi, Colin,' Harry said wearily.

'Harry, guess what? Guess what, Harry? My brother's starting! My brother Dennis!'

'Er – good' said Harry.

'He's really excited!' said Colin, bouncing up and down in his seat. 'I just hope he's in Gryffindor! Brothers and sisters usually go in the same house right?'

'Not necessarily,' said Hermione. 'Look at Castiel. None of his siblings have been in the same house. And Parvati Patil's twin is in Ravenclaw.'

'Wow,' said Colin. 'Fingers crossed then, eh, Harry?'

'Er – yeah, all right.'

'Where's the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?' said John, looking up at the staff table.

'Maybe they couldn't get anyone,' Hermione said anxiously.

John caught Sherlock's eye at the Ravenclaw table, who shrugged.