(Longer chapter, brace yourselves )
Pansy flops herself down next to Daphne, opposite Persephone and Draco.
"Who pissed in your cereal?" Seph asks amused, taking a bite of her red apple.
"Someone put syrup into my shower gel, and now I'm all sticky." Pansy groans.
The redhead laughs, "That'll be our good ol' friend Bulky Bulstrode's doing."
"That bitch!" Pansy shrieks.
"On the bright side, at least you won't smell like that awful perfume you bought over the holidays." Daphne tells her, sipping her pumpkin juice.
"It is not awful! It's very expensive!" Pansy defends.
"It hasn't got the nicest scent, Pans." Sephy agrees with the blonde.
"Okay," Pansy waves her hands around dramatically, hushing the two girls. "Why did Bulky Bulstrode put syrup into my shower gel? I wouldn't be surprised if she did it to you, but not me."
"Believe me, she's trying to get payback, and it's not working, clearly." Persephone mutters the last word under her breath.
"Your attention please!" Dumbledore taps on his glass. "I would like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the tri-wizard tournament. But to do this that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks."
"Wicked." Draco mutters.
"For this reason the ministry has seen
fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation Mister
Bartimus Crouch."
Thunder roars, rain begins to leak through the roof, making some students scream pathetically, Pansy being one of them.
"Ow! You just screamed in my bloody ear! I've gone deaf because of you." Daphne says loudly.
"Shut up." Pansy rolls her eyes.
"What?" Daphne puts her hand behind her ear, pretending not to have heard a word Pansy uttered.
The two shut up when a man is stood at the entrance of the hall. He casts a spell, and the roof is repaired.
"Is that-" Blaise stuttered.
"Mad Eye Moody." Persephone finishes, not breaking eye contanct with the man as he looked at her.
Every person in the room watch as the auror limps toward Dumbledore.
"My dear old friend. Thank you for coming." Dumbledore greets.
"That stupid roof." Mad Eye grumbles, sipping from his flask.
"What is he drinking?" Pansy asks, giving the auror a weird look.
"It's definitely not pumpkin juice." Daphne says.
"It's probably fire whiskey. You wouldn't know how many witches and wizards are addicted to it these days." Blaise sighs.
"After much deliberation the ministry has concluded that for their own safety no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the tri-wizard tournament. This decision is final." Barty Crouch declares.
"That's so stupid!" Draco yells.
"That's rubbish!" Persephone hears George shout over the booing croud. A small smile almost makes its way onto her face.
"Silence." Dumbledore's loud voice booms, instantly making the students quiet down.
He casts magic over a box which melds into a goblet containing
a blue flame.
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The Untold Story of Persephone Weasley 🔅DRACO MALFOY
FanfictionMolly and Arthur always knew that she was different than her siblings. She had the traits of a ravenclaw, and also slytherin. But if she was a real Weasley, she'd be in Gryffindor like the rest of them, right? Started: 9th May 2019 Completed:...
