Tasks And Competitions

Task #2 Results

I am extremely sorry and guilty for the results! This was again a Ravenclaw task. Gryffindors, Slytherins and Hufflepuffs where are you?!

Okay so here are the results.

First place goes to book_love29 from Ravenclaw.

"And that, class, is how Harry Potter died."

My best friend, Frost Gilbert, rolled her eyes. "It was a millenium ago. No one remembers - or cares about - Harry POtter and his merry band of friends.

I smiled. "Like you'd ever tell that to Professor Axel."

"You know me, Ev," Frost said. She looked back towards Professor Axel.

Suddenly, the bell rang. Frost and I burst out of our seats and ran to the door, eager to put our names in the Goblet of Fire.

We were birthday twins—born March 29, 3095. Fifteen years ago today. We were officially eligible to enter our names—the age requirement had moved down since Harry Potter won the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Harry Potter, everyone's expectation for their own children.

On a small sliver of parchment, I neatly wrote "Everlee Raine" and placed it in the goblet. With a flash of flames, I knew I was accepted. The look on Frost's face proved she was too.

Classes were over for the day, and I was exhausted and hopeful. Frost and I headed back to the Gryffindor common room. The same house as Harry Potter was in, a thousand or so years ago.

It seemed as if everything we did related back to the Boy Who Lived. Once, our assignment was to find out if we were related to him. I wasn't, but he's Frost's great-great-great-grandma's uncle's daughter's grandma's nephew. Or something crazy like that.

"Shouldn't you girls be studying?" The voice scared me.

"Yes, Professor Granger-Weasley," Frost said, nudging my arm. We got back to our DADA essay.

Soon enough, it was time for dinner. A few decades ago, Hogwarts had developed cups that give you whatever you want to drink. My usual was a raspberry milkshake, while Frost often enjoyed a peach tea.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Professor Granger-Weasley said, standing a podium near the front of the room. She explained the history of the Triwizard Tournament, how great Harry Potter was, and called out the competitors from the other schools—Rosalia Beau and Dax Williamson. Hogwarts was next. "Everlee Raine!" A loud cheer came from the Gryffindor table, and I gave many high-fives - mostly to first years - as I walked down the aisle to the podium. I was going to do this. I was going to do it better than Harry Potter. 

I really like how this entry is many years after the series. I would like to point out that I think Rose wouldn't be alive for that long. This entry is great and as you are new to this club this is really good. Keep the good work up. You've won your house 50 points, a shoutout and you get to decide the next task! (PM me for it!) 

In the second place we've got MischiefManaged_Not from Ravenclaw. 

I sit up straight, my undivided attention focussed on the shimmering blue light that outline the Goblet of Fire. I put my slip -- Kathy Hallows, Durmstrang -- in yesterday, but I know the chances of my name coming out are slim. The boys in my year are stronger and fitter, especially Viktor Krum, but the girls, though small in numbers, are smart and cunning. I can literally hear my heart beating in my chest, the fear building up inside me. If I don't get through, I'll bed; if I do get though, I'll still be sad. The Trwizard Tournament is said to be dangerous and the possibilities of you making it out alive are annoying low. However, I need the money badly. Last month, my parents lost their jobs at the Ministry of Magic in Bulgaria, and our money has been slowly disappearing. I know they used majority of if for my magic education, and I feel like I owe them for that. Talus, my best friend, sits beside me. He's quite muscular and certainly fit, but unlike me, he didn't enter. His parents are loaded, and he has enough glory already. Sometimes, I think he's even more popular than Victor Krum. I've had a crush on him since ages. I guess that's the only advantage if I die: I won't be friend-zoned forever — he has a girlfriend. "I met Harry Potter," he says. "I bet if he was above the age limit, he'd enter without blinking. His friend, Hermione, seems nice, but the other, ginger one doesn't. He glared at me." "Weasley?" I question. "Apparently, he is as poor as my family. I really need to get that money, Talus. If I don't, I don't know how else I'll get that money back for my family." Talus isn't listening. He's looking at the front. I realise the ceremony has started and pale. Suddenly, a blue flame erupts from the stone goblet and a single piece of paper flies out. Dumbledore picks it up as reads the name, then the school. "Kathy Hallows, from the one and only, Durmstrang." My heart skips a beat as I wordlessly stand up and walk out, down the passage, and into the chamber like they asked. I can still heart the applause ringing in the hall. Slowly, it dies down. I've been sitting in the chamber for a few minutes before a talk girl with shimmering blonde hair walks in. She's Fleur, a girl from Beauxbutons. I recognise her from a fair I once went to in France. She had been complaining about a robe to her sister. Next, a guy named Cedric walks in. He's hot, perhaps even hotter than Talus. He's grinning, but you can tell he's nervous. So this it. All three champions. We size each other up, nervous. One of us three will win. Who? I don't know. I guess it's a one in a third chance that I do, though they both look stronger than me. I'm weak. This is my favourite entry.