Ashton watched Calum's antics with a dimpled grin, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and tie of green and silver loose around his neck. Ashton, unlike his parents, had never been one to keep up appearances - he was in his Sixth year, for goodness sake, why bother? Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Ashton's eyes followed the apple with a smirk, and seeing the Gryffindor first year, Ashton's grin grew to a smirk, and he looked to the brunette that he called his best friend - the Irwin and Hood families having been particularly close. "I absolutely dare you." Ashton chuckled. "But, instead of 15 points if you knock out the filthy little mudblood, I raise it to 25. You must be determined for these kinds of things, Calum, and winning is everything." However, as Ashton studied the First Year, almost scoffing at his crimson and gold tie that was bold against his white shirt, Ashton found a blue colour caught his eye, and he looked past the little blood traitor, to a group of Beauxbatons students. The girls of Beauxbatons had been introduced, along with the boys of Durmstrang, the day before in a grand entry to the Great Hall, the three schools ready to choose their champion and participate in some friendly rivalry - although, in Ashton's opinion, the Triwizard Tournament was just ridiculous - such an outdated game. Why not just stick to Quidditch? Studying the girl for a long moment, Ashton couldn't help but to admire her long, dark hair; elegantly tied up, and the way she seemed to be looking right at him, too. Looking to the apple once more, realising how it must of looked to outsiders, Ashton decided that, as gorgeous as she was, he didn't know this girl. "Go on then."
Luke Hemmings was proud to be a Slytherin, and god damn it, he had the right to be. His house, the house he shared with his best friends, the house that had been in his family for generations, was superior to the other three, no matter what those arrogant little Gryffindors had to say - but what made it so superior? Of course, it was the bloodline. Most students in Slytherin were of pureblooded families, and Luke didn't know a single mudblood or halfblood that wore a green and silver tie. Looking to Calum though, Luke chuckled, shaking his head. "Didn't your Mother ever tell you, Calum, not to play with your food?" He raised his eyebrows in amusement. "But, I see the 25 points, and I raise it to 50. Snape might even see and award you 100." Luke smirked, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, although his tie was still tight and neat around his neck, because he knew that keeping up appearances and giving the younger Slytherins an example was important to upholding the house reputation. Slytherins looked out for their own, and that was a known fact around Hogwarts. Toying with his lower lip as he watched the apple hover above the Gryffindor boys' head, Luke couldn't help but think the little twit deserved it - not only was he a Gryffindor, but he was a Muggleborn, and that was enough to put a bitter taste into Luke's mouth. "And if you knock him out?" Luke grinned, sharing an amused glance to Michael. "Even better." Glancing around to ensure there were no teachers lurking the corridors, Luke's train of thought was halted suddenly, when his gaze fell upon a brunette girl, dressed smartly in a Beauxbatons uniform. Blinking in surprise, Luke offered the girl a smile - surely, a school that grand, with a wonderful reputation, had to be full of purebloods, and besides, this beauty couldn't possibly have dirty blood running through her veins.
Victoire listened to Mailys' words, nodding in agreement as she neatened out her blue skirt, keeping her appearance tidy. "You must admit, the castle is simply beautiful." Victoire looked to her cousins with her words. "But we have to stay, we need to support our champion!" Victoire, although she was uninterested in the concept of the Triwizard Tournament, was keen to support whichever one of her fellow Beauxbatons students had been chosen to participate in the games. It couldn't be herself, or any of her cousins; at sixteen, they were too young to put their names into the Goblet, and thus, couldn't take part. Being Muggleborn, Victoire had never known about magic until she had received her acceptance letter from Beauxbatons, a beautiful estate, hidden within the French Pyrenees mountains - but now, here she was, discovering that magic existed all over the world and there were other schools! Hearing Mailys sigh, Victoire offered a gentle smile. "I think we'll have a lot of fun here." She reassured. "But, perhaps, asking directions might be a wise option." But when she noticed that Alexia and Mailys weren't paying attention anymore, she followed their gaze to a group of boys, her eyes settling on a particularly handsome boy, with tanned skin and dark hair. Seeing he was armed with his wand, Victoire followed his gaze to an apple he was hovering above a young students' head. Approaching the group, Victoire retrieved her own wand and aimed for the apple, gently pulling the First year out of the way. "Confringo!" She ordered, watching as the apple exploded to tiny bits. Offering the younger student a smile, she looked back to the group of boys, offering a nod and walking back to her cousins. "Mailys, Alexia, if they're bullies, they are not worth associating with." She warned.
Leonie followed her cousins closely, turning the map of Hogwarts they were given by their headmistress, Olympe Maxime, every which way, trying to decipher it. "Are we sure that finding lessons by ourselves is a good idea?" She lifted her gaze, catching up to the group and neatening out her blazer, her hair tied into a beautifully done bun. "We have standards to uphold, and being late for class certainly wouldn't help keep them up." She offered an amused glance, but when nobody replied, Leonie followed their gaze as she stood closely to Alexia's side, having always been closest to the youngest of the group. When her gaze finally landed upon a group of boys, Leonie raised her eyebrows in curiosity, seeing that her cousins seemed to be enthralled by this particular group - studying each boy, Leonie struggled to see why, until her eyes landed on the most colourful character, with bright hair and a smile that could probably light up the whole universe. "Oh," she breathed out quietly, feeling her heart seize in her chest. But seeing the apple floating, Leonie frowned when she noticed it was hovering above a first year's head. "Oh." She repeated, a little firmly, rolling her eyes at the cruel joke they seemed to be playing. When Victoire stepped forward and destroyed the apple, Leonie shifted, because it meant that attention had now been drawn to the group.
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