Love Is In The Air [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18

The glimmering orange sunlight crept through the windows of the hospital wing. Newt woke up to the array of warm colours, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his bed.

"Rise and shine!" called out Madam Pomfrey, who walked over to him and tipped a large tray of gelatinous ointment over him.

"GOD!" he exclaimed, his body jolting up due to the shock. Even though he had felt the sensation before, his body wouldn't adjust. "Could you at least warn me next time?" he asked her, agony running through his voice. She nodded.

"I've heard today that Dumbledore will be announcing news of the Triwizard Tournament today." she told him, "Since you can't be there, you can listen to it on the radio I'm supplying you with." She placed the radio on the bedside table. "Change it to radio station Groove 95.3 for the latest." she winked, walking to other patients, which there weren't many.

"Thanks." he nodded, changing the radio station immediately. The radio made a screechy static noise as it switched between channels. When the radio finally stopped screeching, it played its jingle:

"Groove 95.3. The best ever school radio. Groove 95.3."

"Haha." Newt laughed, "The school is great at creating catchy and hilarious jingles!" he stifled his laughter as the radio conveyed actual information.

"Students of the school," Dumbledore's voice reverberated around the Hall, with the radio blasting his voice. "Today I will announce the Triwizard Tournament and its participants. But," he paused, "You all need to show a little school spirit." he paused again to gauge the audience's reaction. No response.

"Well then..." he muttered. "How surprising." This was just audible by Newt, who chuckled at both Dumbledore's actions and all of the school's responses. "Anyway. We'll move on from that by announcing the champion for Durmstrang Institute!"

A cheer erupted from the Durmstrang side. "The champion from Durmstrang Institute is..." he paused, "Drumroll please!" A unanimous groan. "No drumroll? Sure," he whispered to himself. Newt continued to listen.

"Get to the point Dumbledore!" he muttered. "We aren't gonna be here all day!" he continued, "Well, I am." he realised.

"The champion from Durmstrang Institute is Henry Manning!" he exclaimed. Henry was a student who prided himself on his physical abilities. He had jet black hair, tanned skin, green eyes and a gnarly jawline. Many girls from both schools fangirled as he strode up to shake Dumbledore's hand.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity!" Henry commented, his voice deep, shaking his hand swiftly.

"Don't thank me! Thank the students," he responded.

"Will do." he nodded his head politely, returning to his school table.

"Now, for Ilvermorny, the North American wizarding school." He drew his gaze over to their table, the majority of the students waiting in anticipation.