𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐖 | d. malfoy

nine | firstio taskio

HARRY WAS GETTING LOTS OF HATE. Rosie was surprisingly getting lots of support. Apparently Harry was the kind of person who would put his name into the cup but Rosie wasn't. Rosie, of course, knew that Harry hadn't put his name into the cup and spent most of her time with him. And Draco, too, which neither boy was too happy about. Whatever. Rosie had better things to think about. For example, being pulled out of potions class to go see the beetle, Rita Skeeter.

"Hello, Hello! I'm Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet, come to report on our," gasp, "five Triwizard Champions!" Almost everyone groaned. Everyone except for Bagman. He was skipping.

"Now, now, Rita, let's do the wand weighing first."

"Actually, I was wondering, could I have a word with our two youngest champions before we start?"

"Certainly! That is, if you two have no objections, of course?"

Harry was flustered. "Er,"

"Lovely. Now, we don't want to be here, with all of the noise. Come in, come in," she gestured toward a broom closet. "Nice and cozy."

"Rita, I'd rather not be in a broom cupboard with you." Rosie said with a grimace. "Why don't we just sit comfortably over there? I'm sure everyone will give us some privacy."

Although annoyed, Rita nodded. And sat down. "Now, I'm sure you don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill? Perfect." The pen began writing nonsense, and Rosie was not the only one who noticed. Fleur and Krum, who were looking over at the trio in distaste, saw the writing and immediately narrowed their eyes at Rita. "Ignore the quill. So, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Aurora Feudestin, the seer-prodigy. There are many things people say about you. So, at the young age of twelve, how did you manage to put your name into the Goblet of Fire? How do you feel about being chosen to compete in such a prestigious tournament?" Rita kept rambling questions, not waiting for any answer whatsoever. At this point, everyone in the room (bar an eager Bagman) was angry beyond measure.

Loudly, Rosie cut Rita off. "You know, Ms. Skeeter, that you are looking exceptionally buggy today? Perhaps, you need some beetle juice to help you regain your senses. I could tell the editor of the Daily Prophet that you have a slight problem and can't go back to work? Would you like that, Ms. Skeeter?" Rita sputtered and took her things and walked away without saying anything. Surely there would be an article about how insufferable Rosie was the next day, but that's alright. Rosie did know her secret after all.

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Already, it was the day of the first task. Harry and Rosie were sitting near the Great Lake when Draco came to sit down next to Roise.

"Hello, Draco." Rosie said pleasantly.

"Hello, Rosie." Draco mimicked her. "Are you ready for the firstio taskio?"

"Malfoy, what in Merlin's name did you just say?"

"Potter? I didn't know you were here? And ugh, I'm not repeating what I said in front of you, you're going to tell all of your nasty little Gryffindor friends and my reputation will be ruined!" Draco finished dramatically.

"You know what, I'm just going to leave you and your great bouncing ferret-ness here, Malfoy. Have a good day." Harry walked off and into his dormitory, probably to get ready for the firstio taskio.

Closer to the start of the first task, Harry was all nerves, and Rosie was, well, Rosie was Rosie. She had decided to cartwheel over to the stadium because apparently, she was just, in the mood. When she arrived, she became all depressed and didn't want to talk to anyone, so her friends knew to leave her alone. Soon enough, Harry had gotten his egg from the dragon and it was Rosie's turn to battle (or really, her plan was to talk to the guy) a Peruvian Vipertooth, a small, but human flesh-loving dragon.