𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ☆ᵈʳᵃᶜᵒ ᵐᵃˡᶠᵒʸ☆

9. "Meet me in the broom closet."

It was the morning of the first task.

Sophia struggled in front of her vanity mirror as she tied a green silk ribbon into her otherwise unbound hair.

She had worn a dark jumper and coupled it with a dark cream coloured skirt ceasing above her knees. She wore a pair of dark green heels. 

"We would like to depart some time today, thanks," Ismelda's aggravated voice came from the door of their shared dorm. Daphne was already in the common room. "The tournament will be beginning soon."

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Sophia finished tying the bow to the back of her head and picked up her wand for a simple winged eyeliner before rushing to leave their dorm.

"I swear, one of these days your fussing over your appearance is going to result in you being late to something important. I wouldn't be surprised if you were late to your own wedding," Ismelda rolled her eyes as they approached Daphne who was tapping her foot on the hardwood floor of the Slytherin common room.

"About time," she smirked.

"Gosh, I'm sorry, next time I will start getting ready earlier," Sophia laughed softly at her friends.

~*~

"It's even more crowded than it usually is during quidditch matches!" Daphne gasped at the size of the crowds before her.

"Well there are the additional guest students," Ismelda offered as an answer.

"And not everyone goes to the matches. However, everyone would want to watch a game where someone could potentially die," Sophia added.

"Ah yes, there is that," Ismelda's breath hitched as she remembered the danger the students were putting themselves. "This seems like an awful lot of effort for a chance at glory and fame. Victor Krum and Harry Potter already have a sufficient amount of both these things, why ever would they want more?"

"Well, Harry Potter didn't actually put his name in. He was set up," Sophia looked to her concerned friend.

"Well then why does Victor Krum want the title?" Daphne questioned further.

"Who knows. Perhaps he got a taste and wanted more. Though 1000 galleons is far too small a compensation to risk one's life."

"Of course you would say that," Ismelda rolled her eyes and laughed.

~*~

They passed the tent where the Champions were currently stationed.

"Do you think we would have a chance to meet Fleur Delacour sometime?" Daphne pondered out loud.

"Shouldn't you be rooting for our school? We literally have two champions, you even have options," Sophia's eyebrow lifted slightly as she eyed her friend.

"Yeah, I know. I just think she's really neat. Girl power and all that, you know?"

Before the blonde could answer the fan-girl beside her, an adenoidal voice interrupted her.

"Could it be? Ah, it is! Sophia Slytherin Rosier!"

The three girls turned around and faced the owner of the voice.

A blonde woman dressed in ornate black leather stood before them. Her curly hair was bound in two small piles on the top of her head. She wore red glasses that matched the vinaceous shade her lips were painted.

"You are even prettier in person. You would look magnificent in my paper," She eyed the young girl from head to toe before grabbing her hand and pulling her into the tent, away from her confused friends.