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"If you don't hurry you'll be late!" Lottie said while grabbing her wand. She decided to go without the robes and stuck it into her pocket, before beginning to rush out the door.

"Don't worry Lottie! I just need to finish this, you go on ahead, I'll catch up," I turned to see her hesitantly standing at the doorway, "Go! I'll be fine!"

The day went by quickly as everyone was excited for the champions to be chosen. The only really memorable part was getting my letter from my parents at breakfast, and I was responding to it quickly before heading back to the great hall for the choosing. They set the students loose for the night but gave the option to come back later to watch the ceremony, which I guessed most would attend.

I reread the letter quickly to compare it to mine so I was sure I covered every one of their questions.

Juliet Lynn Bloom,

Hey kiddo, it's dad. Your Mum couldn't quit crying and was making the ink run so I volunteered to write the letter instead (you know how she gets the first few days you're gone, it's especially bad with the... situation.) At home, we've had many debates about the scenario and it looks like we may be moving to London with the Finleys. Don't get your heart too invested in it yet half-pint, it's still on the ropes. What house did you get sorted into? Is the quidditch team any good? Although if your mother guessed correctly I think I already know the answer to that question. I hope you've made some friends, we knew a few of the students' parents back in the day, I'm sure. One of my... classmates is even a professor, last I heard! Although I bet you two galleons there are still a few of MY teachers still working. We heard that the Triwizard Tournament is taking place this year. I'm delighted you get to see some action while you're there darling! I know it's corny but your Mother wanted me to add that we miss you incredibly even though it's been only a few days. (she elbowed me when she read that)

Love, Dad, and Mum

P.S.On a more serious note, rumors are picking up. Your mother feels we shouldn't plague you with this but I need to be sure that I've done all I can to make you sure you're safe. Stay with your friends, they're your best weapon. Keep an eye out and stay wary (I know it's hard for you to accept this. But some houses tend to house some iffy wizards and not all people are good. It's better to stick away from those folks). Stay safe sweetpea.

Dad was going to be heartbroken that the quidditch season was canceled, but at least he was happy with whatever house I got. Although it had been a topic of discussion at home, Mom swore I'd be in Hufflepuff while my Dad swore I'd be a Gryffindor... my Mum will probably gain a galleon or two when the letter arrives.

My gut lurched a bit every time I read the part about being wary. Mr.Finley is a great man and he was in Slytherin, it was unfair to judge people off of their house. I knew my father had an appreciation for Slytherin's considering one of his friends is a part of the house, and it was probably smart to be cautious of the house that produced the darkest wizards.

My Dad would probably kill Malfoy if he knew he was even talking to me based on the reaction of others to his last name, our parents probably knew of the family. I wondered who was in the same year as my parents... Snape?

I checked the time and realized I was going to be a bit late. I ditched my robes, finished the last bit of my letter, and stuffed it into my pocket before running out. I made it to the great hall just as Dumbledore was sitting people down and I searched for familiar faces.

I found Lottie sitting with a group of Hufflepuffs that included Maryann, Cedric, Hannah, Pierre, Ernie Macmillan, shoe boy (from yesterday morning), and a few others I didn't really recognize. I sat across from Cedric next to Lottie and they all smiled at me. I considered pulling my hair back into a bun as Dumbledore eerily began to dim the lights, but decided to leave it down seeing how smushed we all were.

I spotted Adeline, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and the twins on benches next to the cup with other Gryffindors. Some Slytherins, including Draco Malfoy, was straight across. For once, Draco and his goons weren't snickering but leaned into the center of the room in anticipation. Dumbledore moved into the middle of the room and lightly placed his hands on the goblet.

A bright magenta hue covered the room as the flame balled into itself. Excitement arose as a charred bit of parchment flew into the air out of the fire and landed in Dumbledore's palm.

"The Durmstrang champion is... Viktor Krum!"

The Durmstrang boys cheered proudly, their headmaster beaming with pride. Everyone didn't seem surprised he was chosen but instead was absolutely ecstatic that his name was even mentioned. I glanced at Ron and snickered lightly, he was clapping harder than any of the other students.

Viktor rose and exited out the room past the head table and all the standing professors. The whole flame process started again and everyone quieted. A small neat bit of parchment fluttered down into Dumbledore's hand, and we watched in anticipation.

"The champion from Beauxbatons... Fleur Delacour," Dumbledore yelled... you could tell he was enjoying being dramatic.

One of the main girls of Beauxbatons rose elegantly with a huge smile. The ladies cheered but you could tell some of the boys from Hogwarts were entranced as she waltzed by, I swore Ron's mouth dropped open and even Pierre's eyes faltered.

When she had disappeared my heart fluttered, this was the most exciting part. I wondered who would be joining them, it would be an honor to even know a champion from what I had heard.

"The Hogwarts champion..." Dumbledore paused for longer this time and everyone at the table held their breath.

"Cedric Diggory!"

Cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff group and beamed with excitement. Cedric seemed overjoyed as the boys surrounding him encouraged him to get up in pride, I was ecstatic that a Hufflepuff AND a friend was a champion! Lottie shook my shoulders in excitement as she cheered and clapped louder than I thought was possible.

I smiled and glanced over to the Gryffindors where Harry, Ron, and Hermione seemed just as excited. The twins... not so much. But my eyes faltered when they landed on Adeline, she was even paler than the night he entered for the tournament. She attempted a smile as Cedric walked by but I could practically see her shaking from here... she was scared for him.

Cedric walked past the other tables and received a proud smile from Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall. When he had disappeared around the other corner I glanced over to the Slytherins, Draco seemed slightly disappointed for the choice but cheered lightly. I looked for Easton and Luna, they both seemed to be just as excited as everyone else.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory the Triwizard cup!"

Dumbledore pulled back a sheet that covered the glowing trophy. I gazed in awe as it seemed to send out the complete aura of victory, pride, competition, and excitement. It made me want to jump up and volunteer to take Cedric's place, cheers erupted from students and the staff of Hogwarts.

Suddenly it was reduced to murmurs as the flames changed color again. The adults looked a bit panicked while Dumbledore walked into the room, catching another parchment.

"Harry Potter..." The headmaster barely muttered

All eyes stared at Harry in astonishment and shock, his face mirroring our own complete and utter shock.

"Harry Potter?" He asked a bit louder which made a few of the Professor's gasp.

Hagrid seemed especially distraught as he mumbled no to himself and stared at Harry as if he had heard a death sentence. Ron's face turned from shock to anger and I looked to Lottie in confusion, she didn't look back at me.

"Harry Potter!"

The room was absolutely silent while Hermione lightly shoved him and Adeline assisted with bringing him back to his senses. My mouth hung open slightly in shock as he walked past Dumbledore who handed him his paper. He seemed more confused than disappointed but both showed. Professor McGonagall seemed like she was going to have a panic attack.

"He's a cheat!"

"He's not even 17 yet."

A few voices rose in anger, one from a Slytherin group and another from our own Hufflepuff table. I realized it was Hannah and I glared slightly, didn't she notice how surprised he was? The last thing Harry needed was a death game, he wouldn't have ever entered!

He walked past the professors slowly, Hagrid in shock. McGonagall touching Harry's shoulder in comfort, Snape glaring suspiciously, and the other headmasters looking absolutely furious. When he disappeared around the corridor hesitantly, murmurs and riots rose from the crowd.

"Go back to your dorms!" Dumbledore said nervously before stalking off with a group of Professors out the door.

"Pottah! The "chosen one" couldn't even spend one minute not being in the center of attention. Most have been lack of parental attention or something, making everything about him!" Draco spat angrily to the girl I had seen him talking with earlier as they walked by Lottie and I, out the door.

"You're absolutely right Draco. How do you think he did it?" She asked before they got out of hearing range.

"You don't think he did it on purpose do you?" Lottie asked me with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Did you see his face? There's no way he was expecting that... I don't think Harry is the type to-"

"Harry Potter has had the most eventful three years here already. He wouldn't do it on purpose," I heard a deeper voice and turned to see Dean speaking with Seamus and Neville.

"Are you kidding me? I think it's brilliant, having a Gryffindor in the tournament, proper representation," The Irish boy sang, which earned a few glances from nearby Hufflepuffs.

"Finnigan, watch your mouth!" Angela scolded slightly, the twins trailing behind her.

The conversation expanded into the whole hallway, it was as if all the students within the area were having a meeting about Harry Potter.

"There's no way..." Hermione suddenly entered the scene beside me, muttering under her breath as if solving a riddle.

Ron glared angrily at the ground and I realized Adeline was walking right next to me. She seemed confused and unsettled... I put my hand on her shoulder and slightly smiled. She returned a worried glance and I squeezed her shoulder and looked towards Pierre.

"Maybe he did it on purpose..." Pierre muttered lightly, he seemed a bit annoyed at the notion.

"It's probably not best to talk about it until they make some sort of announcement right? Harry hasn't even explained anything to us yet, we can't just assume things. Maybe they'll say he can't even play," I added lightly. Harry has already probably received a good jolt of shock, he didn't need everyone else being angry with him.

"He'll have to. It's a magical contract to the game, there is no way he can withdraw," A voice came from beside me and I jumped lightly. Where was everyone coming from?

Easton shot an apologetic smile to my reaction and I smiled at him. I feel like I hadn't seen him for days, although it wasn't too long ago. Adeline was too encaptured in her thoughts to really contribute to the conversation.

"He probably just wanted to take all the glory for himself," Ernie scowled from a bit away. This made the Gryffindors and Lottie glare at him. We didn't need a civil war here, Maryann scoffed at him lightly and he shrugged it off.

"Juliet's right, he needs an opportunity to explain himself," Adeline added for the first time that night and I smiled at the support.

We were silent as we split off to head off our own common rooms. My mind raced with possibilities, if Easton was right Harry would have to compete in a tournament that is based for above 4th years... he wouldn't stand a chance.

We were all silent as we made our way to the common room. We all got dressed into PJs but I wasn't in the mood to sleep... I was too worried about the tournament and my two friends who were competing. I laid in bed for a bit until I thought the two other girls were asleep.

I sighed, swinging my legs out of bed and placing them into the slippers I placed earlier. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out my headphones and my phone. Quickly and quietly, I cracked the door open and walked through the tunnels. I was greeted by an empty room only lit by the warm glow of the fire.

I sighed and moved to the small warm kettle of water in the corner of the room, making a small cup of warm lavender tea. I would have preferred hot cocoa, but the sugar would have only worsened my current insomnia. With my warm mug of tea, I sat down on one of the couches

I was surprised when a feather sprouted from one of the pillows and landed on my eyelash. To say these pillows and chairs were overflowing with stuffing would be an understatement. I pulled my legs up underneath me and lounged on the couch in wait for sleep.

I plugged in my headphones and opened Spotify, I was happy to see that my Mom's charm had worked. The bars were full, as was the battery. I smiled slightly before clicking on my playlist I made for specifically these moments. It was literally titled "Lavender Tea."

"I stay up late and I talk to the moon and I can't stop telling him all about you," I hummed under my breath lightly. The song was so sad but the rhythm put me into a calming trance, I smiled lightly as the light from the fire danced along the walls in sync with the rhythm.

I held the mug up to my face, letting the steam roll over my face. Taking a deep inhale of the calming smell I closed my eyes for a second. I was happy in this place, with my new friends and with the old... even the enemies weren't too bad. Well, I take that back... they were pretty horrid.

I sat alone for a few minutes, only breaking out of my trance when I felt someone on the sofa. I turned quickly in surprise, ripping my headphones and hiding both under the pillow next to me. I didn't think he noticed because he was looking at the fire with an intense gaze.

"Oh! Cedric, How are you?" I looked at him with a smile, it was only then he actually turned to face me.

"Harry has to compete in the tournament. Mr. Crouch said so himself."

"Oh..."

I looked at the ground for a second in silence. This was supposed to be a happy night for him, but all this mystery had ruined his whole victory. I felt sorry for him... and Harry. I could only imagine all the dumb things people were saying about him at the moment.

"How's Adeline? She seemed a little upset at the champion ceremony," Cedric asked lightly.

He spoke as if I was going to start crying if he raised his voice barely above a whisper. I took a moment to gaze over his features in the fireplace lighting, there was no denying that he's attractive. His brown hair seemed slightly ruffled as if he was messing with it nervously earlier, and his hazel eyes bounced from confusion, hesitation, and concentration.

I smiled at how he was concerned about Adeline, even after all that had happened today.

"She's worried," I sighed lightly with a bit of a knowing chuckle, "She doesn't like it when people take risks alone, especially when she can't save them from the consequences."

He didn't say anything, instead, he turned back towards the flame. We sat in comfortable silence before my eyes began to feel heavy, I couldn't hold back a yawn. When Cedric noticed this he stood up and moved in front of me.

"You should go to sleep, it's late," He smiled and stuck out his hand for me to grab.

I smiled and took it before turning to place the mug in the small bin next to the kettle. Before I could take a step, the tall boy stopped me and grabbed the mug from my hands.

"I got this, get to bed," He nodded towards the girl tunnelway. Before I could object he was already at the sink rinsing the cup lightly. I grabbed my phone and hid it behind my back

"Thanks, Cedric. Congrats, on becoming a champion," He paused from what he was doing for a second and I continued, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight Jules," He smiled and then placed the mug in the small tub of dishes to be sent to the kitchens.

I breathed a sigh of relief on my way back to the dorm, I was happy he didn't see my phone. Considering he's a prefect and all, it would be risky to let him know I have it in the first place. But the feeling of relief got swept aside as I grew slightly giddy. He was worried about Adeline... just as she was worried about him.

How much more romantic can it get?

A/N: A little bit of smol Cedric here... I literally adore him.

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