𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 a draco malfoy fanfiction [✓]

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03

A C C I O

( AH - kee - oh )

" summons desired object "

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THE GREAT HALL was alive with the buzz and chatter of students after the Sorting Ceremony. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw claimed fifteen, Hufflepuff gained seven and Slytherin received four. Before anyone could even think about inhaling the copious amount of food on the tables, Professor Dumbledore tapped him wand on the lectern, getting everyone's attention.

After a brief interruption from Argus Filch - the resident care taker - Dumbledore finally announced the events that would take place over the up and coming year.

"Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event, The Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore announcement.

"What in Helga's name is that?" Lyra whispered to Cedric, who was seated beside her.

"No doubt Professor D is about to tell everyone." Cedric pointed back towards the headmaster.

"The Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests." Dumbledore continued to inform the students about the Tournament, but Lyra didn't listen, her goblet was far too interesting.

When the doors to the Great Hall busts open, revealing a flurry of girls in blue, her attention was soon turned to them. She watched as the witches ran down the aisle between the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor table, releasing blue butterflies as the floated past.

"Is that drool I see, Cedric?" Lyra teased, pretending to wipe away nonexistent drool from her friends chin.

A collective rumble of laughter sounded from the small section of the Hufflepuff table over Lyra's joke. The giggles died in their throats when the doors of the Hall opened once more, revealing the students of Drumstrag and the Headmaster Igor Karkarov.

Burly men with shaved heads wandered into the hall, aggressively bashing the floor with their sticks, sending sparks flying. Their entrance was the antithesis of the Beauxbatons. This time around, it was the girls who gawked are the boys walking past.

"Blimey, that's Viktor Krum!" A voice at the end of the table said.

Lyra watched the professional Quidditch player walk beside his Headmaster, revealing in all the girls that stared at him with mushy eyes. Lyra included.

"Need any help picking your jaw up off the floor, Sunshine?" Cedric got his payback. Lyra swotted his arm.

"Are you really going to enter, Ced?" Lyra mumbled.

A handful of Hufflepuff had decided to relax in their common room after the feast. Lyra was curled up on a brown armchair beside the fire, her hands were hidden inside the sleeves of Cedric's quidditch jumper.

Ben Copper and Cedric occupied the other two armchairs, welcoming the fire's warmth. "Of course he is!" The former exploded.

"Ced, you could die!" Lyra reminded him in a sympathetic voice.

"Yeah," Cedric shrugged his shoulders, "but imagine how cool it'll be when I win."