raxmera
Amaya Deveraux sits in her usual seat at the Slytherin table, trading quiet commentary with her best friend, Emma Pucey, watching the spectacle with detached amusement. Grateful she'll never be part of it.
The names begin:
𝐶𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝐷𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑦.
𝐹𝑙𝑒𝑢𝑟 𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟.
𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝐾𝑟𝑢𝑚.
𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟.
A girl with storm-grey eyes watches from the Beauxbatons delegation-silent, and sharp, unknowable-before her name too is called:
𝑅𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑒.
Then another. A boy from Durmstrang, disconnected from the rest of his school.
𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥 𝐾𝑟𝑢𝑚.
It should be over. Conversation resume in timid manner. But the Goblet flickers for a seventh time. The Hall goes still, waiting as one final name slips free.
𝐴𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑎 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑥-𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘
That couldn't be her, could it?