When The Great Hall, usually prominent with the noise of fellow studnets, had fallen into an uncomfortable silence, Ashton swore he could drop a pin and it would echo. The Goblet of Fire, revealing the champions for this year's Triwizard Tournament, had thrown out the names of Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory, and Harry Potter - and of course, it was the latter that drew attention, and caused everyone to wait with baited breath to see what would happen next. Finally pulling his gaze from the blue hue that surrounded the cup, Ashton's eyes first, as if on instinct, fell to the Slytherin table. He knew he shouldn't of, but the first person he had sought out was Dareia Silver, a gorgeous Slytherin who seemed determined to hate him, but he could never hate her in return - in fact, it was quite the opposite. She was in the year below his, and from the moment Ashton saw her for the first time, he was sure he fell head over heels even more each day. When Calum Hood brought Ashton out of his thoughts though, Ashton's eyes flickered to his friend. "No idea, mate!" Ashton called back quietly, shrugging. "Luck?" And that was the best explanation that Ashton could offer, Dumbledore had enchanted the Cup himself to ensure underage wizards couldn't place their name forward for participation. "It's weird." But hearing the obnoxious Michael Clifford, a friend of Dareia's, laughter, Ashton rolled his eyes, moving over to the Hufflepuff table when students waited in anticipation. "Surely they won't allow him to compete." He murmured to reassure Mirna, shifting in his seat slightly as he felt someone's eyes burning into him. He was sure that person was Dareia.
Lavender's eyes followed Harry Potter as he was led away by Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore, and for a moment, she was unsure of how to react. The Great Hall was already tense, the air heavy with anticipation of what was going to happen next, but when Michael, a close friend of Lavender's, burst into laughter, Lavender chuckled with amusement, ridding herself of any thoughts of concern, no matter how small they were. Harry Potter deserved what was coming. "Michael, quiet." The brunette scolded jokingly, fixing her green and silver tie with pride. "Honestly, what has gotten into you?" She teased, shaking her head as she tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. Certainly, she was excited to see how Golden Child Potter could weasel his way out of this one, everyone knew that the Triwizard Tournament was dangerous, even for the bravest of wizards. "Krum?" Lavender laughed, looking to Michael. "He's thick, Mikey! You know what, how about we just throw Calum Hood in there with Potter and Diggory? At least then we can get rid of three pretentious fools in one swipe. Imagine!" And with the mention of the particularly handsome Calum Hood - a boy that Lavender had fallen in love with, despite her best efforts not to, Lavender looked to the Hufflepuff table, where the golden skinned boy with eyes the colour of molasses sat with his friends. "Oi, Hood!" She called with a smirk. "You definitely should give it a go, you know! Drag Irwin there with you."
Luke Hemmings would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised when Harry Potter's name had left the Cup. Sure, the boy had always been the chosen one, and he annoyed Luke to no end, but even with the fact that Harry was underage, this was a stupid decision, even for him. Giving a quick glance to the Hufflepuff table, where Mirna Benn sat with her friends, Luke studied the girl for a long moment, wondering what was going through her mind as she spoke to her friends, looking concerned. He knew she was a good friend of Harry's, and the girl was too kind to ever be cruel, a huge contrast to Luke's own personality. Maybe that's why they'd never be able to be together, like Luke sometimes hoped. Pushing the thought away, Luke dropped his gaze when Mirna looked to them. When Michael had broken the silence though, Luke laughed, unable to stop himself with Michael's outburst. "Cedric's just as bad!" Luke shoved Michael with a smirk. "He did awful in end of year exams last year. More brawn than brain in that one." Luke smirked, looking to Mirna then with a cocky glance, one that she could see. "Oi, Mirna!" And as much as Luke loved the girl, he enjoyed her attention as well, and this often prompted him to bully her relentlessly. "What do you think of all this, ey? Who's gonna die first? I think Lavender's right, maybe Irwin and Hood should join in, just for the fun of getting rid of your deceiving kind!"
Abigail found the silence almost painful, and when Harry was taken away to speak with the Professors, she looked to Calum and Mirna, two of her closest friends, moving over as Ashton joined them from the Ravenclaw table. "I can't quite believe it." She murmured in return, looking to Mirna, Calum and Ashton. "Harry couldn't of done it. Dumbledore put an age restriction around it personally, you saw what happened to Fred and George when they tried to cross it." She pointed out, placing a hand on Mirna's arm to reassure her of their friend's safety. "And Harry's underage, for goodness sake, they wouldn't let him participate..." Abigail frowned then, tightening her ponytail. "Would they?" Hearing laughter from the Slytherin table though, Abbie rolled her eyes, and Michael Clifford, as handsome as he was, was too difficult to ignore when he behaved like such a fool. "Michael, he'd certainly last longer than you, in every sense of the word!" Abigail shot back easily, not needing to put much thought into her rebuttal. Looking back to her friends, Abigail sighed. "If Harry has to go through with this, at least he's got us, Ron, and Hermione to help him figure things out."
February 17th, 2019 at 01:01am