Stella's POV

I sat on the couch watching the flames as the trio came through.

"Stella what were you thinking?!!" Hermione paced

"She deserved it." I muttered "look I'm not in the mood for a behavior lecture-"

"Too bad your getting one. Do you know what happens when a tribute starts fighting before they enter the games? They get removed and they get replaced. And who do you think they might replace? Your sister. That means your volunteering was for nothing. " Hermione finally sat down.

I never thought of that. She definitely made her point.

"I'm sorry. " I looked down

She nodded "I know. Malfoys niece shouldn't have pried into your business and Rhita shouldn't go around spreading stuff that isn't true."

"I thought it was brilliant." Ron grinned

"Fine I'll try to behave." I muttered as Harry laughed

"Good."

The next day I got up and changed to another uniform identical to yesterday's outfit. I quickly braided my hair and headed downstairs to the hall.

"Hey." I met a pair of green eyes as I smiled

"Hey."

"Have you seen the daily prophet?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion " no?"

"Here." He handed me the newspaper as I grinned. The fake story was gone.

"Excuse me. I have a person to thank." I skipped over to the trio and hugged Hermione

"Thank you."

She smiled "I promised you didn't I?"

The bell rung as the days passed by. We were prepared for the games. All we had left was the show and the interview.