Written In The Stars IV -[Harry Potter xF!Oc]

Chapter Fourteen: Another Sorting Ceremony.

"I didn't know he still attended school!" She exclaimed only for Erick to hear while they guided the Dumstrang students to the Great Hall.

"Why? Who is he?" Erick frowned, looking over his shoulder.

"Don't!" Mel turned him back roughly. "He's Victor Krum! He's Bulgaria's seeker!"

Erick stared at her blankly and she sighed.

"He's a famous Quidditch player."

"Oh," He said, raising his eyebrows in understanding. "He's very young to be playing professionally, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Mel thought about it for a moment, then groaned. "Ron's going to pester me to get his autograph! I guess I could take them to my table, but I don't want Ron to embarrass himself..."

"Say no more," Erick gave her one of his devilish smirks. "This way, please!" He pointed toward his table and the students quickly followed.

"That was low," She frowned.

"You're welcome, Ron'll hate me and not you," He said with a satisfied grin. "See you later, Miss."

Erick followed the Dumstrang crowd and sat at the very end of their table, Mel directed herself to her own table. Hermione waved and she quickly moved over to sit next to her.

"Where d'you reckon they're going to sleep?" Ron was asking. "We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry... I wouldn't mind giving him my bed, I could kip on a camp bed."

"C'mon, Ron. Control yourself," Mel rolled her eyes, "they're sleeping in their boat, of course."

Ron looked at her for a long moment before speaking.

"You think you could get me an autograph?" 

Hermione snorted.

"They look a lot happier than the Beauxbatons lot," said Harry, his attention elsewhere.

"Talking about Beauxbatons..." Mel leaned to whisper in Hermione's ear. "You see that boy? He's Erick's cousin!"

Hermione's face was priceless. "Oh, wow. That's the boy Erick wants you to distract?"

"I know! I reckon is not a terrible idea after all. I think–" Mel stifled a giggle. "I think even Harry would be pissed if I didn't take my chances with Joseph," Hermione laughed. "No, but really, Harry's the only boy I'm interested in, sadly for me. I wouldn't mind if you ask me to introduce you though, I'm already Erick's cupid and apparently I'm about to be it for Ron as well."

"Like I have time for boys," Hermione rolled her eyes, but she was still grinning. 

"What are you two snickering about?" Ron asked them.

Hermione and Mel turned to face him and shared a look, still hiding their grins.

"Nothing, school things."

"But there are only two extra people," Harry said, clearly not paying attention to the girls. "Why's Filch putting out four chairs, who else is coming?"

They waited for five more minutes until everyone settled, then Dumbledore stood up to talk.

"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast," He said. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"

"What's that?" said Ron, pointing at a dish.

"Bouillabaisse," said Hermione.

"Bless you," said Ron.

"It's French. I had it on holiday summer before last. It's very nice."

"I'll take your word for it," said Ron.