ripple effect

the chandelier

"You'll never guess what happened today." Ron says, hurrying to catch up to you as you enter the Great Hall for dinner.

"What, Ron?" You say amused.

"We think Hagrid fancies Madame Maxine."

"Finally found a woman his size huh." You grin looking at Hagrid in his mismatched suit fumbling next to Beauxbaton headmistress.

" Who do you reckon the Goblet will pick." Says Harry, materialising beside you.

" Krum for sure."

" B-but what if he gets injured, he's the best seeker!" Ron stutters, turning pale.

" You should come sit at the Slytherin table if you wanna meet him so bad."

"Yeah right. They would slit my throat before dessert." Ron scoffs.

"Suit yourself." You say before splitting up to your respective tables.

"My mother wants you all to know that you're all invited to the Malfoy's New Years ball, as always, and she's sending out the official invitations next week." Draco says, sipping on his pumpkin juice.

" Oh my god! I think Astoria is finally old enough to attend her first ball. Do any of you already have a dress?" Daphnees exclaims, turning to you and Millicent.

" Balls are boring, the only fun part is the after party." Theo says stifling a yawn.

"(y/n), I hope you don't mind, but my mother's already picked out a selection of dresses for you. I tried to stop her but," Draco says, his ears turning slightly red. "erm she wouldn't listen. Anyways, she's sending them over as soon as heavenly possible." He finishes, imitating his mother's posh voice.

" That's fine, your mom has a good eye for clothes anyways." You smile reassuringly.

You and Draco had been each other's dates for formal events ever since you could remember. It was just easier, not having to worry about finding a date. And (y/n) also knew that Narcissa Malfoy would have loved to have a daughter and that shopping for (y/n) brought her so much joy.

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore. "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber where they will be receiving their first instructions."

The flames in the cup turned from blue to red and silence overtook the hall. It sputtered and a charred piece of parchment flew out.

"The champion for Durmstrang," Dumbledore read, in a clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

All the Durmstrand students jumped up cheering in foreign languages and patting Krum on the back.

"Bravo, Viktor!" boomed Karkaroff, so loudly that everyone could hear him, even over all the applause. "Knew you had it in you!" Viktor stands up, his lips slightly upturned and goes to the chamber.

The silence comes back when the Goblet starts sputtering again.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

The remainder of the Beauxbaton students were absolutely devastated, some of them even crying. The other students were too busy ogling Fleur to cheer. She graciously slips into the other chamber.

The whole room is practically shaking with excitement as the cup starts sputtering again.

Not Nick please.