Black Goat's Nest [DRAFT]

Re:Weigh

The potions class had been tense after Kaneki's little stunt. His entire day had been kind of shity but he let Snape of all people be the straw that broke the camel's back.

He was also way more worried about this than he'd been before. He'd gotten too close to being a danger to the people around him. The "what if" of losing control was now at the forefront of his mind, looming over him like.

He'd been in the middle of gathering his supplies when a boy popped into the room and said something to Snape who scowled in response.

"Potter, go with him." He said curtly.

"Hmm?" Kaneki questioned

"They need you for the weighing of the wand ceremony, for the tournament," the boy said anxiously.

"Go ahead mate, I'll put this back for you," Ron told him.

Kaneki nodded in thanks and left the room, happy to be out of the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Their walk wasn't too interesting, they made small talk, Kaneki found out the boy's name was Colin Creevey. Kaneki let him know that he preferred to be called Kaneki and Colin respected that.

Viktor Krum was standing moodily in a corner as usual and not talking to anybody. Cedric and Fleur were in conversation. Fleur looked a good deal happier than Kaneki had seen her so far; she kept throwing back her head so that her long silvery hair caught the light. A paunchy man, holding a large black camera that was smoking slightly, was watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

Bagman suddenly spotted him and got up quickly, and bounded forward.

"Ah, here he is! Champion number four! In you come, Harry, in you come.. . nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment -"

"Wand weighing?" Kaneki asked.

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they're your most important tools in the tasks ahead," said Bagman. "The expert's upstairs now with Dumbledore.

...

Eventually, they all gathered for a photo, and his snowy hair, muggle clothes, and age gap in comparison to the other champions made him feel out of place.

He gently rubbed his eyes to try and abate his tiredness when the flash of a camera nearly made him jump.

A woman with blond hair, vibrant green clothes, and an air of trouble, sauntered confidently into the room.

"What a charismatic quartet! I'm Rita Skeeter and I write for the Daily Prophet, but of course, you know that don't you? It's you we don't know! You're the juicy news." She said as she strolled toward them.

"What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? What mysteries do those muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick? Me, myself, and I want to know, not to mention my avid readers. So? Who's feeling up to share? She said, slapping Fleaur's cheek, running a finger down Krum's arm, ruffling Cedric's hair, and wrapping an arm around Kaneki, ignoring how uncomfortable the four of them were with the contact.

"Who wants to go first?" She asked.

She pouted at the silence that she got in response. "Right then, let's start with the youngest," She said before trying to pull Kaneki into a broom cupboard.

Key word tried. Kaneki was a lot more stable underneath his chunky sweater and he reflexively pulled away leaving the reporter mildly surprised.