Heirs to Something Greater

8; Reminiscing Through the Rain

The last two classes of the day went by at a faster speed than the apparition felt. Obviously it didn't go that fast, but it was quite boring.

During herbology, Juliet had been introduced to Neville and as shy as he still was, he seemed comfortable with talking to her. He also seemed a lot better now, than he was from his experience this morning. I still didn't understand professor Moody's methods of teaching. They seemed absurd.

History of magic also went by quite fast, but was a bit more entertaining with Ron in that class. He seemed like he was almost always confused in everything he did and that made situations funnier. Our teacher was a ghost though, and that did add a bit of interest to the class period.

Ron had almost walked right through him on the way out of class and I had to push him out of the way to make sure he didn't. From what I had understood before, walking through ghosts was extremely disrespectful, and made you have this weird feeling. Not like I was speaking from experience or anything...

Dinner didn't start for another hour and most students had made their way into the castle since it was pouring down rain outside. I enjoyed the rain quite a lot. It was nice to listen to and mesmerizing to watch. Back in America, I would find myself reading in one of the softest chairs in my house, right in front of the window, next to the fireplace. I missed home a bit, mainly my parents, but I was really enjoying Hogwarts and everything that it had. Everyone it had.

"So all they have to do is put their name on a piece of paper and then put it in the goblet and then that's like their submission?" This whole concept seemed a bit weird to me.

"Yes. And then in two days, Dumbledore will announce champions from each school to enter the tournament." Of course Hermione knew the answer. Juliet seemed a bit distant in her own thoughts.

Multiple students had put their names into the goblet, but only students of age seventeen or older. Hermione was enthralled with her book, Juliet was off in another world, and the twins were nowhere in sight. I wanted to talk to someone but observing others was okay too.

My head was ripped away from my arm that it had been resting on when loud laughter came through the doors. I looked up to see a group of hufflepuff boys pushing another one towards the goblet of fire. I recognized his hair immediately and my stomach dropped into my shoes.

Despite his damp hair that had been flattened onto his forehead along with his sparkling eyes, I couldn't help but worry. I watched as he got pushed into the age line circle, and then his small pause before reaching his hand up and putting his note in the blue flames which engulfed the small piece of paper.

Before he turned around to leave the goblet, his eyes met mine. I couldn't read the emotions that they held, but I was sure he could read mine. Neither of us smiled. I was trying so hard to shove down the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach and focus on how the chances of his name getting pulled were extremely slim.

His friends, including Pierre pulled us out of our momentary trance with their cheering and hollering. He walked out of the age line and was pulled into a big group hug. Part of me wanted to be a part of his small celebration, but I was worried out of my mind.

"Adeline." I looked away from the crowd to Juliet who was staring at me with worry all over her face. "Are you okay? You look extremely pale." I hadn't even noticed the lightheaded feeling that I had inhabited or the way my palms had grown sweaty.

"I'm, I'm fine." I looked back out to see the twins busting through the doors. I couldn't stay in this stuffy room anymore. "I'm just gonna go outside and get some air."

I never waited for a reply from her before getting off the wooden bleachers. I almost tripped making my way off of them, but stayed on my feet after a few hops and headed for the door. The twins were making their way towards where I was sitting and George stopped me with a hand on my arm.