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Y/n

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I bolted into the great hall.

I was five minutes late, but I'm sure nobody would care.

Well, Hermione might rant on about how I was late or something, but nobody would care otherwise.

"Bloody hell, I don't think Usain Bolt has ever ran as fast as I just did coming here—" I said as I took my seat beside Hermione.

She looked up from her book and glared at me.

I held my hands up in defence. "Oi.  I ran here as fast as I can."

Finally, when I had started to catch my breathe from running, I see a group of Hufflepuffs going up to the blue cup.

From the group, a very familiar boy walks up.

Cedric Diggory.

I feel myself staring at him, but think nothing of it.

He walks up closer to the cup, and drops a piece of parchment in.

Everybody claps, including me, as he walks back out with his group of friends.

Before he fully turns and walks away, he gives me a wink.

I immediately feel my cheeks start to heat up.

"Y/n." Hermione interrupts.

"UhH I'm not looking at him?  What?" I say to her, a bit fast (since I was embarrassed).

"I wasn't going to say tha—" She was cut off by two screaming children rocketing into the quiet great hall.

They came racing towards us.

They stop about two feet away from Hermione and I, and talk to some of the students sitting there.

"Well lads, we've done it!" One of them said.

"Cooked it up this morning!" The other said.

I look at them. 

'Wow, they really said copy and paste.' I think to myself.

"It's not going to woooooooooork." Hermione sung.

I didn't even know what to say.

After she had said that, the similar looking people took a seat beside Hermione and I, one on either side.

"Oh yeah?  And why is that Granger?" The one beside me asked.

"You see this?" Hermione asked, her finger pointing to the blue line on the floor. "This is an age line.  Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" The one beside me asked again.

Hermione shut her book closed and looked at him.

I literally just sat there, confused as all hell about what was going on.

"So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possible be fooled by—" I quickly cut Hermione off.

"Alright cut the cameras, would someone like to explain to me what is happening, and who these people who look exactly like Bilius are?"

"Fred—"

"And George." The other one finished.

"So you're—"

"Ron's better looking older brothers, that we are." They said in sync.

"Fred and George are convinced that they'll be able to get past the line with the ageing potion they made." Hermione told me.

"Well then."

"If you'll excuse us, we have a tournament to enter." George (I'm pretty sure) said.

They both stood up and walked over.

They twirled their arms together.

"Bottoms up."

They took the vile and drank it.

"One sickle that they'll make it past the magic line." I whispered to Hermione.

"Y/n!"

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" I chuckle.

The twins take a a huge step past the line and nothing happens.

The crowd of people erupt into cheer.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the goblet gets angry and throws them both out.

Everyone goes silent, but I burst out laughing.

Hermione quickly hits me with her book and glares at me, shutting me up.

With a blink of an eye, the twins had grown beads and grey hair.

"You said—"

"—You said."

They both go for each other's throats and I'm sitting here trying not to laugh.

***

It had been a while since the Fred and George accident happened, and I'd guess that they'd be in the infirmary getting some drink or something for what had happened.

I was just scrolling through Instagram when I heard gasps around me.

I look up and see Krum with his bodyguard walking up to the goblet.

He struts over to the cup and walks pass the line like it was nothing.

While he puts his name in, he looks at Hermione with a smirk on his face.

"The hell—" I said.

When he dropped the parchment in, cheers broke out.

"Oh my god, Krummy is such a simp I can't—"

Hermione wacked me with that stupid book again.

"Hey! It's only facts!" I say rubbing my arm in pain.

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