───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Blair yawned as she sat down in front of Hermione and beside Harry.

"That was a lie, Harry. You didn't imagine your scar hurting, and you know it." Hermione said sharply.

"So what?" said Harry. "He's not going back to Azkaban because of me."

"Drop it." Ron warned Hermione after he caught Blair up to what happened.

Blair just nodded before smiling at Hermione. "Hey, Granger."

Hermione looked up at her with exasperation. "What is it now, Wood?"

"Walk with me?" Blair held out her hand with a genuine smile.

Everyone was surprised that Blair didn't ask Hermione out this time. After all, Blair didn't pass up an opportunity to ask the witch out, but they were more surprised when Hermione took her hand and led her out of the hall.

Blair's jaw dropped and she looked to her friends with wide eyes. Harry, Ron and the Prancers sent her encouraging smiles and laughed when the look on her face turned fearful at the angry look on Hermione's face.

The two of them walked, Hermione was walking in a fast manner while Blair chased after her like a puppy, in a comfortable silence. All of a sudden, Hermione stopped, which made Blair bump into her.

Hermione yelped and prepared to kiss the ground, but strong arms wrapped around her waist and brought her to a warm, strong chest. Hermione turned around to see Blair smirking at her. That smirk. It made Hermione's pulse race and her heart ram against her ribcage.

"Godric, Granger. I wanted you to fall for me, not the floor."

Hermione blushed a deep shade of red before pushing Blair away and walking towards Professor Moody's classroom. Hermione frowned and shivered at the sudden cold that enveloped her body. She suddenly longed to be in Blair's arms again, to feel that warmth- No! She couldn't possibly be falling for Blair Wood no matter how much she had been feeling these foreign feelings that she felt only when she was with the Chaser.

As they sat down inside the classroom, Blair frowned and took off her scarf before wrapping it around Hermione gently. "Here, Mione. You're gonna freeze."

Hermione blushed once more and opened her mouth to say something before mumbling her thanks and taking out her books. Blair confused her so much. She kept on asking Hermione out with that annoying yet attractive smirk and those flirty lines, but there was this side to her that was so caring and soft, and honestly, Hermione liked both sides of Blair. She just didn't want to accept her growing feelings.

The comfortable silence that settled between them was broken when their fellow students and Professor Moody came in. To their surprise, Professor Moody had announced that he would be putting the Imperius Curse on each of them in turn, to demonstrate its power and to see whether they could resist its effects. Blair didn't like it, but she did not say a word because she knew it was probably Dumbledore's orders, and she trusted the man with her life.

"But — but you said it's illegal, Professor," said Hermione uncertainly as Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wand, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room. "You said — to use it against another human was —"

"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like," said Moody, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione and fixing her with an eerie, unblinking stare. "If you'd rather learn the hard way — when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely — fine by me. You're excused. Off you go." He pointed one gnarled finger toward the door.

Hermione went very pink and muttered something about not meaning that she wanted to leave. Blair, Harry and Ron grinned at each other. They knew Hermione would rather eat bubotuber pus than miss such an important lesson.

Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and put the Imperius Curse upon them. Blair watched as, one by one, her classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence. Dean hopped three times around the room, singing the national anthem. Lavender Brown imitated a squirrel. Neville performed a series of quite astonishing gymnastics he would certainly not have been capable of in his normal state. Harry seemed to try to fight it, but in the end, he smashed his head into the desk.

"Now, that's more like it!" growled Moody's voice. "Look at that, you lot... Potter fought! He fought it, and he damn near beat it!" 

His eyes swiveled before settling on Blair. "Now, let's try it on Little B, shall we?" Blair rolled her eyes at his dramatics. 

Moody raised his wand and pointed it at her. "Imperio."

Blair was surprised to feel nothing but heard Moody's voice came into her head. 'Dance around, Little B.'

Blair raised an eyebrow at him. 'Why would I?'

Moody looked at her surprised. 'Why wouldn't you?'

'Look, if I want to dance around, Mister Alastor, I would have done it for Hermione, not for you. Silly old man.'

Moody brought down his wand, and the voices left Blair's mind. Moody let out a bark of laughter and nodded at Blair. "Well done, Wood! The rest of you, did you see that? She fought it! Indeed, Little B. They'll have trouble controlling you and Potter!" Blair smiled weakly before she went back to her position.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

"The way he talks, you'd think we were all going to be attacked any second." Harry muttered as he leaned on Blair for support as the Gryffindor Four went out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Moody had insisted on putting Harry through his paces four times in a row, until Harry could throw off the curse entirely. He too tried it on Blair a couple more times but gave up when nothing happened at all.

Blair let out a sigh. "That's just how he is. I swear. He's been like that all summer. Kept on shouting in my ear about Constant Vigilance."

"Yeah, I know," said Ron, who was skipping on every alternate step. He had had much more difficulty with the curse than Harry and Blair, though Moody assured him the effects would wear off by lunchtime.

"Talk about paranoid..." Ron glanced nervously over his shoulder to check that Moody was definitely out of earshot and went on. "Did you hear him telling Seamus what he did to that witch who shouted 'Boo' behind him on April Fools' Day? And when are we supposed to read up on resisting the Imperius Curse with everything else we've got to do?"

All the fourth years had noticed a definite increase in the amount of work they were required to do this term. Professor McGonagall explained why, when the class gave a particularly loud groan at the amount of Transfiguration homework she had assigned.

"You are now entering a most important phase of your magical education!" she told them, her eyes glinting dangerously behind her square spectacles. "Your Ordinary Wizarding Levels are drawing closer —"

"We don't take O.W.L.s till fifth year!" said Dean indignantly.

"Maybe not, Thomas, but believe me, you need all the preparation you can get! Miss Granger and Miss Wood remain the only people in this class who have managed to turn a hedgehog into a satisfactory pincushion. I might remind you that your pincushion, Thomas, still curls up in fright if anyone approaches it with a pin!"

Blair winked at Hermione, who turned pink. Hermione wasn't sure if she turned pink because of McGonagall's compliment or Blair's wink.

Blair, Harry and Ron were deeply amused when Professor Trelawney told them that they had received top marks for their homework in their next Divination class. She read out large portions of their predictions, commending them for their unflinching acceptance of the horrors in store for them — but they were less amused when she asked them to do the same thing for the month after next; all three of them were running out of ideas for catastrophes.

Meanwhile Professor Binns, the ghost who taught History of Magic, had them writing weekly essays on the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century. Professor Snape was forcing them to research antidotes. They took this one seriously, as he had hinted that he might be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked. Professor Flitwick had asked them to read three extra books in preparation for their lesson on Summoning Charms.

Even Hagrid was adding to their workload. The Blast-Ended Skrewts were growing at a remarkable pace given that nobody had yet discovered what they ate. Hagrid was delighted, and as part of their "project," suggested that they come down to his hut on alternate evenings to observe the skrewts and make notes on their extraordinary behavior.

"I will not," said Draco Malfoy flatly when Hagrid had proposed this with the air of Father Christmas pulling an extra-large toy out of his sack. "I see enough of these foul things during lessons, thanks."

Hagrid's smile faded off his face. "Yeh'll do wha' yer told," he growled, "or I'll be takin' a leaf outta Professor Moody's book... I hear yeh made a good ferret, Malfoy."

The Gryffindors roared with laughter. Malfoy flushed with anger, but apparently the memory of Moody's punishment was still sufficiently painful to stop him from retorting. Harry, Blair, Ron, and Hermione returned to the castle at the end of the lesson in high spirits; seeing Hagrid put down Malfoy was particularly satisfying, especially because Malfoy had done his very best to get Hagrid sacked the previous year.

When they arrived in the entrance hall, they found themselves unable to proceed owing to the large crowd of students congregated there, all milling around a large sign that had been erected at the foot of the marble staircase. Blair separated from the trio to go to Neville, Dean and Seamus at the front. 

"What's that?" Blair asked with curiosity. Seamus read the sign aloud:

TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT

The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving at 6 o'clock on Friday the 30th of October. Lessons will end half an hour early —

Dean nudged Blair. "Seems like you have to postpone your date with Snape, Caelum." The four of them laughed as Seamus continued reading.

Students will return their bags and books to their dormitories and assemble in front of the castle to greet our guests before the Welcoming Feast.

"What are you and the twins planning, Blair?" Neville asked as they walked towards the staircase. Blair was about to answer when she overheard Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Diggory? That idiot, Hogwarts champion?" said Ron with disbelief. The Prancers exchanged glances as they slowed down to listen in.

"He's not an idiot. You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch," said Hermione. "I've heard he's a really good student — and he's a prefect." Blair furrowed her eyebrows and pursed her lips. She never heard Hermione talk about her like that.

"You only like him because he's handsome," said Ron scathingly.

"Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" said Hermione indignantly.

Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like "Lockhart!"

Blair took it as her cue to come in. "Hey, Granger. I'm handsome. Would you like to go out with me?" Blair smirked playfully.

Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed. "In your dreams, Wood."

Hermione walked away and Blair turned to her friends with a huge smile. "Does that mean she dreams about me too?"

"Oh, Caelum." Neville slung an arm around her shoulder as the four of them continued on their way.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The appearance of the sign in the entrance hall had a marked effect upon the inhabitants of the castle. During the following week, there seemed to be only one topic of conversation, no matter where they went: the Triwizard Tournament. Blair herself was busy with making the Aging Potion for the twins. She knew it probably wouldn't work, but she didn't dare say that when she saw the hopeful looks in Fred and George's eyes.

Blair noticed too that the castle seemed to be undergoing an extra-thorough cleaning. Several grimy portraits had been scrubbed, much to the displeasure of their subjects, who sat huddled in their frames muttering darkly and wincing as they felt their raw pink faces. The suits of armor were suddenly gleaming and moving without squeaking, and Argus Filch, the caretaker, was behaving so ferociously to any students who forgot to wipe their shoes that he terrified a pair of first-year girls into hysterics.

Other members of the staff seemed oddly tense too.

"Wood, kindly turn out your pockets. I will be keeping these in my office until the delegates from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons are here." Professor McGonagall barked at the end of one lesson, where Blair accidentally dropped the fake wands she had been making with the twins. Blair pouted and tried to convince McGonagall, even winking at her Professor, who gave Blair a detention at her failed attempt to steal back the wands.

When the Prancers went down to breakfast on the morning of the thirtieth of October, they found that the Great Hall had been decorated overnight. Enormous silk banners hung from the walls, each of them representing a Hogwarts House: red with a gold lion for Gryffindor, blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw, yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff, and green with a silver serpent for Slytherin. Behind the teachers' table, the largest banner of all bore the Hogwarts coat of arms: lion, eagle, badger, and snake united around a large letter H.

Blair separated from the Prancers to sit beside Fred and George. "Have you gotten any news from Bagman?" Fred and George shook their heads sadly.

"It's a bummer, all right," George was saying gloomily to Blair. "But if he won't talk to us in person, we'll have to send him the letter after all. Or we'll stuff it into his hand. He can't avoid us forever."

"Who's avoiding you?" said Ron, sitting down in front of them.

"Wish you would," said Fred, looking irritated at the interruption.

"What's a bummer?" Ron asked George.

"Having a nosy git like you for a brother," said George.

Blair stifled her laughter as she met eyes with Fay down the table and waved at her. Fay giggled to her friends before waving back. Hermione narrowed her eyes at the interaction before turning back to the conversation.

"You three got any ideas on the Triwizard Tournament yet?" Harry asked. "Thought any more about trying to enter?"

"I asked McGonagall how the champions are chosen but she wasn't telling," said George bitterly. "She just told me to shut up and get on with transfiguring my raccoon."

Blair patted him on the back comfortingly. "Don't worry, Georgie. There's nothing we can't do."

"Wonder what the tasks are going to be?" said Ron thoughtfully. "You know, I bet we could do them, Harry, Blair. We've done dangerous stuff before..."

"Not in front of a panel of judges, you haven't," said Fred. "McGonagall says the champions get awarded points according to how well they've done the tasks."

"Who are the judges?" Harry asked.

"Well, the Heads of the participating schools are always on the panel," said Hermione, and everyone looked around at her, rather surprised, "because all three of them were injured during the Tournament of 1792, when a cockatrice the champions were supposed to be catching went on the rampage."

She noticed them all looking at her and said, with her usual air of impatience that nobody else had read all the books she had, "It's all in Hogwarts, A History. Though, of course, that book's not entirely reliable. A Revised History of Hogwarts would be a more accurate title. Or A Highly Biased and Selective History of Hogwarts, Which Glosses Over the Nastier Aspects of the School."

Blair looked at her with amazement and adoration in her eyes.

"What are you on about?" said Ron. Blair and Harry rolled their eyes as they knew what it was about.

"House-elves!" said Hermione, her eyes flashing. "Not once, in over a thousand pages, does Hogwarts, A History mention that we are all colluding in the oppression of a hundred slaves!"

Blair just smiled and went back to eating her food. Harry and Ron had glared at her tons of times as she kept on encouraging Hermione, which only fueled her determination to pursue justice for house-elves, but the two boys couldn't deny they were amused when Blair bought all the S.P.E.W. badges.

They knew she did it to please Hermione and keep her quiet, but their frustrations rose again when Hermione made even more badges. She had been badgering Harry, Blair and Ron ever since, first to wear the badges, then to persuade others to do the same, and she had also taken to rattling around the Gryffindor common room every evening, cornering people and shaking the collecting tin under their noses.

"You do realize that your sheets are changed, your fires lit, your classrooms cleaned, and your food cooked by a group of magical creatures who are unpaid and enslaved?" she kept saying fiercely.

Some people, like Neville, had paid up just to stop Hermione from glowering at them. A few seemed mildly interested in what she had to say, but were reluctant to take a more active role in campaigning. Many regarded the whole thing as a joke, and Blair was the only one who listened to everything she had to say.

It turned out having Blair as their Public Information Officer had made people more interested in S.P.E.W. though the boys and Hermione knew that they went for Blair and not the organization.

Blair suddenly had an idea. "Hey, Mione. Have you ever been down in the kitchens?" 

"No, of course not," said Hermione curtly, "I hardly think students are supposed to —" 

"Well, we have," said George, indicating Fred and Blair, "loads of times, to nick food. And we've met them, and they're happy. They think they've got the best job in the world —"

"That's because they're uneducated and brainwashed!" Hermione began hotly, but her next few words were drowned out by the sudden whooshing noise from overhead, which announced the arrival of the post owls.

Blair looked up at once, and saw Hedwig soaring toward them. Hermione stopped talking abruptly; she, Blair and Ron watched Hedwig anxiously as she fluttered down onto Harry's shoulder, folded her wings, and held out her leg wearily.

Harry pulled off Sirius's reply and offered Hedwig his bacon rinds, which she ate gratefully. Then, checking that Fred and George were safely immersed in further discussions about the Triwizard Tournament, Harry read out Sirius's letter in a whisper to Blair, Ron and Hermione.

Nice try, Harry.

I'm back in the country and well hidden. I want you to keep me posted on everything that's going on at Hogwarts. Don't use Hedwig or Herman, keep changing owls, and don't worry about me, just watch out for yourself. Don't forget what I said about your scar.

Sirius

"Why d'you have to keep changing owls?" Ron asked in a low voice. 

"Hedwig and Herman'll attract too much attention," said Hermione at once. "She stands out. A snowy owl that keeps returning to wherever he's hiding... and Herman is unique with his red feathers and all. I mean, they're not native birds, are they?"

Blair looked worriedly at Harry and put a hand over his. "Don't worry, Harry. At least, he's closer now." Harry sent her a grateful smile before stroking Hedwig. Blair was right, it was Sirius after all.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

There was a pleasant feeling of anticipation in the air that day. Nobody was very attentive in lessons, being much more interested in the arrival that evening of the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang; even Potions was more bearable than usual, as it was half an hour shorter.

When the bell rang early, the Prancers hurried up to Gryffindor Tower, deposited their bags and books as they had been instructed, pulled on their cloaks, and rushed back downstairs into the entrance hall though Blair didn't make any effort to fix herself. The Heads of Houses were ordering their students into lines.

"Weasley, straighten your hat," Professor McGonagall snapped at Ron.

"Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair." Parvati scowled and removed a large ornamental butterfly from the end of her plait.

Professor McGonagall let out an exasperated sigh at Blair. "Miss Wood. Fix your tie and your hair."

But Blair smiled as she heard her Professor mutter. "Just like Blake and James." Blair turned to Dean, who rolled his eyes good-naturedly before fixing Blair up.

"Follow me, please," said Professor McGonagall. "First years in front... no pushing..."

They filed down the steps and lined up in front of the castle. It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, transparent looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest.

Seamus checked his watch. "It's almost time. How d'you reckon they're coming? The train?"

"Could be. Or maybe broomsticks? Merlin, I miss Quidditch." Blair sighed and frowned. She missed the feeling of freedom in the air. She missed the breeze against her skin.

"Could they Apparate?" Neville asked.

Blair shook her head. "Mione said you can't Apparate inside Hogwarts."

Hermione, who was behind them, smiled shyly at the thought of Blair actually listening to her. Blair ran her hands up and down her arms to keep herself warm. She was starting to regret not grabbing a jumper on her way.

And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers — "Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"

"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.

"There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.

Something large, much larger than a broomstick — or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks — was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.

"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.

"Don't be stupid... it's a flying house!" said Dennis Creevey. Dennis's guess was closer.

As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, they saw a gigantic, powder blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.

The front three rows of students drew backward as the carriage hurtled ever lower, coming in to land at a tremendous speed. A second later, the carriage landed too, bouncing upon its vast wheels, while the golden horses tossed their enormous heads and rolled large, fiery red eyes. Blair just had time to see that the door of the carriage bore a coat of arms (two crossed, golden wands, each emitting three stars) before it opened.

A boy in pale blue robes jumped down from the carriage, bent forward, fumbled for a moment with something on the carriage floor, and unfolded a set of golden steps. He sprang back respectfully. Then Blair saw a shining, high-heeled black shoe emerging from the inside of the carriage — a shoe the size of a child's sled — followed, almost immediately, by the largest woman she had ever seen in her life.

"Bloody hell." She, Ron and Seamus muttered at the same time.

"Do you think I could set her and Hagrid up?" Blair suddenly wondered.

The Prancers, Harry, Ron and Hermione stifled their laughter at the thought of Hagrid and the tall woman being a couple. The seven students brought their attention back to the woman. Her hair was drawn back in a shining knob at the base of her neck. She was dressed from head to foot in black satin, and many magnificent opals gleamed at her throat and on her thick fingers.

Dumbledore started to clap; the students, following his lead, broke into applause too, many of them standing on tiptoe, the better to look at this woman. Her face relaxed into a gracious smile and she walked forward toward Dumbledore, extending a glittering hand.

Dumbledore, though tall himself, had barely to bend to kiss it. "My dear Madame Maxime," he said. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbly-dorr," said Madame Maxime in a deep voice. "I 'ope I find you well?"

"In excellent form, I thank you," said Dumbledore.

"My pupils," said Madame Maxime, waving one of her enormous hands carelessly behind her.

Blair now noticed that about a dozen boys and girls, all, by the look of them, in their late teens, had emerged from the carriage and were now standing behind Madame Maxime. They were shivering, which was unsurprising, given that their robes seemed to be made of fine silk, and none of them were wearing cloaks. A few had wrapped scarves and shawls around their heads.

"'As Karkaroff arrived yet?" Madame Maxime asked.

"He should be here any moment," said Dumbledore. "Would you like to wait here and greet him or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?"

"Warm up, I think," said Madame Maxime. "But ze 'orses —"

"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them," said Dumbledore, "the moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation that has arisen with some of his other — er — charges."

"The bloody Skrewts," Seamus muttered to them, grinning.

"My steeds require — er — forceful 'andling," said Madame Maxime, looking as though she doubted whether any Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts could be up to the job. "Zey are very strong..."

"I assure you that Hagrid will be well up to the job," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"Very well," said Madame Maxime, bowing slightly. "Will you please inform zis 'Agrid zat ze 'orses drink only single-malt whiskey?"

"It will be attended to," said Dumbledore, also bowing.

"Come," said Madame Maxime imperiously to her students, and the Hogwarts crowd parted to allow her and her students to pass up the stone steps. One of the girls smiled at Blair, who waved back at her.

"Bloody hell, Caelum. You're going global." Neville nudged her playfully. "Someone's caught your attention, eh?"

Blair just laughed. "Don't worry, Gramen. I have only one true love."

She then winked at Hermione, who rolled her eyes before letting the smile spread on her face when Blair turned around.

"How big d'you reckon Durmstrang's horses are going to be?" Dean asked them.

"Well, if they're any bigger than this lot, even Hagrid won't be able to handle them," said Harry. "That's if he hasn't been attacked by his skrewts. Wonder what's up with them?"

"Oh, brother. They were starting to grow on me," said Blair with a smile.

Ron hopefully asked. "Maybe, they've escaped?"

"Oh don't say that," said Hermione with a shudder. "Imagine that lot loose on the grounds..."

They stood, shivering slightly now, waiting for the Durmstrang party to arrive. Most people were gazing hopefully up at the sky. For a few minutes, the silence was broken only by Madame Maxime's huge horses snorting and stamping. But then — 

"Can you hear something?" said Ron suddenly. 

Blair listened; a loud and oddly eerie noise was drifting toward them from out of the darkness: a muffled rumbling and sucking sound, as though an immense vacuum cleaner were moving along a riverbed...

"The lake!" yelled Lee, pointing down at it. "Look at the lake!"

From their position at the top of the lawns overlooking the grounds, they had a clear view of the smooth black surface of the water — except that the surface was suddenly not smooth at all. Some disturbance was taking place deep in the center; great bubbles were forming on the surface, waves were now washing over the muddy banks —

And then, out in the very middle of the lake, a whirlpool appeared, as if a giant plug had just been pulled out of the lake's floor... What seemed to be a long, black pole began to rise slowly out of the heart of the whirlpool... and then Blair saw the rigging... 

"It's a mast!" Harry said to them.

Slowly, magnificently, the ship rose out of the water, gleaming in the moonlight. It had a strangely skeletal look about it, as though it were a resurrected wreck, and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a great sloshing noise, the ship emerged entirely, bobbing on the turbulent water, and began to glide toward the bank. A few moments later, they heard the splash of an anchor being thrown down in the shallows, and the thud of a plank being lowered onto the bank.

People were disembarking; they could see their silhouettes passing the lights in the ship's portholes. As they drew nearer, walking up the lawns into the light streaming from the entrance hall, Blair saw that their bulk was really due to the fact that they were wearing cloaks of some kind of shaggy, matted fur. But the man who was leading them up to the castle was wearing furs of a different sort: sleek and silver, like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" he called heartily as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear fellow, how are you?"

"Blooming, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied. When Karkaroff reached Dumbledore, he shook hands with both of his own.

"Dear old Hogwarts," he said, looking up at the castle and smiling; his teeth were rather yellow.

"A Hufflepuff he is, from the sight of his teeth." Blair whispered to the Prancers, Harry, Ron and Hermione. Hermione playfully hit her on the shoulder as the boys clapped their hands over their mouths to prevent themselves from laughing.

"How good it is to be here, how good... Viktor, come along, into the warmth... you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold..." Karkaroff beckoned forward one of his students.

As the boy passed, an excited grin came onto Blair's face as she grabbed Neville's arm. "Gramen – it's Krum!"

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────