As the next day was Saturday, normally breakfast would be a little later for some students. Amara had the displeasure of being an early riser, due to their weekly schedules that now affected her weekend schedule just the same. She was surprised to see a larger group up early for breakfast, all eager to head to where the Goblet of Fire was. The entrance hall was already packed with students ready to see who would put their name in.
Durmstrang students all sat in one section, a few Slytherin here and there. With open spaces just past Viktor Krum—surprisingly—Amara made her way behind him. He smiled as a greeting to her and the other two who followed behind. "Decided to put your name in?" Viktor turned back to her and Thomas, accent thick as he spoke. She shook her head, "No, just came to watch. Have you put your name in yet?"
"No," Viktor stood up, "I like a proper audience to vatch. I shall go now." He made his way to the Goblet, long strides as people watched him closely. He dropped his name in easily, last Durmstrang student to do so. He smiled smugly as he made his way back to his seat, high giving a few of the students and raising his hand to Amara. "You've also missed it," He added as he sat back, "Pair of twins, vhite hair and old got shot out of the Age Line. A few others attempted as vell, not as funny as those two though."
"Weasley," Thomas rolled his eyes yet the corners of his mouth twitched upward, imagination running wild at the thought. Her attention was stolen by a group of Hufflepuffs, Cedric being amongst them. They chanted his name, basically pushing him forward, he smiled, taking large strides ahead. She watched closely as he walked with ease and dropped his name into the Goblet. He turned, cheering coming from all directions for him, as he looked around.
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His eyes locked with Amara's for a brief moment, pace slowing down as he let the corner's of his mouth move up into a smile. Thomas watched the Hufflepuff do so, looking down to Amara displeased. She hadn't noticed his glare, focused on giving a polite smile back to 'Pretty Boy Diggory' as some of the younger students called him.
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"This is becoming a bore," Theo sighed clearly unamused, "Shall we get going?"
The older two nodded, agreeing to leave with him. They sent their goodbyes to the surrounding students, contemplating what to do for the day. "Funny that Hufflepuff, Diggory, dropped his name in," Thomas shrugged as he leaned against the brick corridor just before the courtyard , eyes casted down on Amara as she sat on the open railing with Theo, helping the younger fix the collar of his shirt. "Do you think he stands a chance at becoming champion? A Hufflepuff?" He continued.
Amara only pursed his lips in thought, "I don't think House matters since here are two other schools with different housing involved. But if you mean, on the basis of the House morals, then I guess I still do. I don't see why he couldn't be a champion."
Thomas only scoffed looking across to the courtyard to where the said boy was with his friends, laughing and cheering on the ground covered in grass. "What are we doing today?" Thomas asked looking down again.
"What even is there to do?" Theo sighed in annoyance looking between the two as he stretching his arms above his head, "It's early and we have the whole day ahead of us yet there's nothing exciting left to do but wait to here the announcement of the champions."
And that is what they did. They waited around all day, just like many other students, hoping that time would fly by for names to be announced.
For their feast in the afternoon, Amara wasn't as close as hungry as she was the day before. She had overstuffed herself and just looking at the meals was nauseating enough. It was like all the other students felt the same, too eager to eat any meal in hopes that Dumbledore would just announce the first champion to shoot out from the Goblet.
Dumbledore stood next to the Goblet of Fire, waiting patiently unlike the others. The flames inside the Goblet suddenly turned red again, tongue of flame shooting into the air as a piece of parchment flew out. Dumbledore caught onto it easily, looking down ready to read who it was.
"The champion for Durmstrang," he read in a strong, clear voice, "Viktor Krum!" Amara felt the table move as all the students applaud, Durmstrang student thumping the table repeated as Viktor stood up. He followed instructions to head to a chamber in the back, all waiting now for the next champion to be called.
"Beauxbatons champion... Fleur Delacour!" Amara watched as the verla girl who had asked Thomas for their dish the previous night stood up proudly, other Beauxbatons students looking displeased despite their champion being announced. Amara felt her leg begin to bounce in anticipation, waiting for the Hogwarts champion to be—
"Cedric Diggory!"
Her eyes widened, jaw loosening as an uproar began all around, Cedric stood with a proud grin, eyes flashing across the Hall as he stepped forward.
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Amar had tuned out Dumbledore's speaking, too caught up in the thought that Cedric was declared Hogwarts champion. The room fell to a silence, the fire in the goblet turning red again, flame shooting out at Dumbledore who stretched a hand out. Gasps filled the room as a fourth piece of parchment was clutched in his hand, he read over it carefully—silence washing over once again.
"Harry Potter."
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Okay can we imagine
Thomas Nott
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Theodore Nott
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I JUST NOTICED THEY BOTH HAVE A MOLE NEAR THEIR NOSE AHHH
