The Death Eater [HARRY POTTER] (ON HOLD)

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Calla knew that she would have had to come to the first task of the Tournament, whether Draco had barged into her classroom and dragged her along with him or not, but that didn't stop her form being slightly bemused by the entire ordeal as she found herself sitting beside Draco and his goons, listening to him chant Cedric's name as the Hufflepuff boy did his best to fend off an angry mother dragon. Honestly, Calla hadn't been planning on attending the event at all. It had been her hopes that in all the excitement, no one would notice her absence. No one besides Minerva really spoke to her, anyway, so she imagined that she could easily sink into the woodwork. Of course she wouldn't be able to pull the same trick two tasks in a row, but it would give her some much desired free time.

Cedric transfigured a bolder into a golden retriever, and for a moment the dragon was distracted, pursuing the potential meal. It was a clever idea, really, but it wasn't clever enough apparently. The dragon soon lost interest, and when it saw that Cedric was making off with one of it's precious eggs, it shot a stream of fire at the golden clad boy, and the arm of hi shirt was singed off, revealing burned skin beneath.

The crowd gasped in horror, and in excitement at the injury and Cedric took that moment to leap to safety, much to the amusement of the crowd. Somewhere behind her, Calla could head George and Fred Weasley, Ronald Weasley's older brothers and a pair of twins that were close to Calla's age, though two years below her in school, collecting money on their bets. Calla rolled her eyes at their antics, but allowed to have their fun all the same. Technically, they weren't breaking any school rules. They were just turning a silly game in their favor.

"Go Cedric, the real Hogwarts Champion!" Draco began to chant, and Calla had to roll her eyes once more. It was hideously loud in the stands, Draco's chant quickly catching on and spreading across three of the four Hogwarts houses, and if Calla had been any proper professor she would have tried to stop it. But even Calla couldn't put aside her prejudice against Harry Potter, even if she would be the first to admit that the boy had never done anything to deserve her rage. Merlin knew that Calla heard Hermione complain about everything happening to Harry against his will, but Calla wasn't perfect by any means, and the Slyhterin inside her enjoyed seeing another house get some fame for once.

Calla watched with varying levels of boredom as the next two champion emerged, each defeating their respective dragon and taking their golden egg as a prize, and then finally it was Harry Potter's turn. Gryffindor house roared their appreciation for their Champion as the fourteen year old stepped out onto the field. Of course the unlucky boy had been awarded the meanest dragon of the bunch, but he didn't look nearly as afraid of the beast as he should be. He clutched is wand with a steady hand, and the announcer counted down as the task began.

"Accio Firebolt!" Harry screamed almost as soon as he was able to. Calla perked up a little bit as the entire crowed waited for the infamous broom to appear. After a moment, the dragon appeared to tire of Harry's game and struck, flame nearly setting the boy on fire. Harry dodged to the side, and for a few moments it looked like Harry was going to be the only one to not succeed in collecting his egg. Of course it wouldn't have really surprised anyone, Harry was three years younger than the age limit, so he obviously didn't have as large of an understanding with magic as his peers. Just when Calla was about to lose hope, give up sitting there and retire back to the castle where she might be able to get some work done, there was a glint in the distance and Harry's Firebolt flew into the arena, directly into Harry's hand.

The crowed, even some Slytherins, burst into excited cheering and Calla winced away from the sudden wall of noise, her sensitive hearing ringing after the sound. Slowly, her hearing returned to her and Calla was able to watch with limited difficulty as Harry mounted, and floated into the air. He didn't seem to have any trouble from there. Easily, he swooped down and caught hold of the egg, flying toward the tunnel that lead to his freedom. Only the dragon managed to catch the end of his robes on fire, and he disappeared from view with a cloud of smoke trailing him. And then the task was over and Calla rose to her feet. She was supposed to stay for the scoring, of course, but no one had died and that was all the staff was really there for. No one had failed, so one way or another all of the participants would continue to the next task.