𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ☆ᵈʳᵃᶜᵒ ᵐᵃˡᶠᵒʸ☆

7. "Icarus's tale."

"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," Dumbledore announced, marking the nearing end of the second feast that week. He gave out instructions for what the soon-to-be champions must do after the reveal before he pulled out his wand.

With his wand, he made a great sweeping motion that extinguished all the candles around the hall. Leaving those within the carved pumpkins untouched. The room then had an eerie disposition. Macabre darkness penetrated the great hall where the glow that escaped from the intricate carvings of the pumpkins provided an even more sinister ambience.

Sophia sat directly in front of Draco Malfoy who was in the middle of his obnoxious group of friends, waiting for the announcement.

She too was sitting in the middle of her friends, anxiously waiting.

The goblet began revealing the champions.

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

Approving cheers rang throughout the great hall.

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

Another round of approving cheers.

"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"

And yet another round of approving cheers.

The cheers began to dim into silence as the students believed their Champions to have all been announced. But of course, it would not be a year at Hogwarts without some level of unpredictable danger. The goblet lit up to announce another Champion. Three guesses who.

Everyone in the hall froze. No one dared to breathe and move. The silence alone was enough to suffocate them, it was as if the air had been sucked from the very room.

Dumbledore picked up the small piece of paper.

"Harry Potter."

Sophia shook her head. Was anyone actually surprised? Of course, it was him.

~*~

Sophia was late. She had gotten lost in time as she styled her hair in a hairdo that left half her hair down and the other half in two space buns, leaving her side bangs free.

She thought the spell would be easy. She was wrong. By the time she got it right, she had found herself still in her dorm five minutes before her Mythology class started. Sophia began to run to class.

She halted right before the entrance to the classroom and collected herself in order to hide the frenzy she was in a few seconds ago. Making sure her hair and clothes were still in place she walked into the class where everyone was already seated.

She was only a few minutes late but the clicking of her heels elicited the turning of each head in the classroom. The classroom that was nearly full, save for one seat.

Professor Fabula, the Mythology teacher sat at the front of the class in her seat and looked up at the tardy student. "I hope you have a valid reason for being late."

Sophia did not hesitate to reveal her slightly embarrassing reason for not getting to class on time. "I was doing my hair."

The teacher lifted a brow as she took in the unexpectant response. "Well, then. Please take your seat so I might resume my lesson."

Sophia looked to the only available seat in the classroom.

Draco looked up at her, his hair falling over his face. She still hated him, but she had to admit that he looked somewhat pleasant when his hair was not compressed into his skull with layers of hair gel.