I adjust my robe with a frown on my face as I sat next to Sierra, Hermione sitting across from me. Now in the Great Hall, we all waited for first years to be sorted, while the group around me were extremely impatient because they wanted to just dig in and eat, I was staring down at my empty plate wondering about what exactly got Malfoy so self-absorbed, at least more so than usual. I looked up to see Nirvana looking bored over at the Ravenclaw table. She didn't have many friends in her own house so I couldn't really blame her.
After a few hours of waiting and growing curiosity, the feast began, with Ron being the most excited and chowing down on the mashed potatoes and Yorkshire Pudding. Hermione, on the other hand, was boycotting the feast, because of the injustice of the house elves, a noble cause, but a rather useless one since they don't want to have breaks or get paid, someone has to make food to feed the Weasley's alone, plus the entire school. I just picked at my corn and peas, as Dumbledore stood up on his feet leading the room to a cold and silence.
"Now that our stomachs full..." except for Hermione's. "I must ask for your attention for a few notices. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, had added about 437 items to the list of forbidden objects in the castle, you may find that list in his office. As ever, I need to remind you that the forbidden forest is still forbidden to everyone along with Hogsmeade to anyone under their third year. Also, it pains me to say that there will be no Quidditch Cup this year." Gasps erupted throughout the room. Harry Potter was definitely disappointed along with Fred and George Weasley. "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing on throughout the school year, taking up teachers' time and energy- but you all won't regret it for this year..."
A tall man in a dark shadowy cloak enters the great hall with a loud sound of thunder, interrupting the professor. As he walked by I couldn't help but shiver. He was creepy, no one could argue that, but there was something else that had my alarms go off. He sits next to the headmaster a glower over the crowd. "May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Professor Moody."
New teacher? What happened to Professor Lupin?
Dumbledore clears his throat interrupting the eerie silence from the students and continues. "As I was saying, we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event, not held for over a century. This I inform you is the Tri-Wizard Tournament."
"No WAY!" Sierra grins excitedly, among many other exclamations from other students that allowed the professor to chuckle.
"Where was I? Right, so the reason why it has not occurred for about a century is that of the mass amount of deaths, the people of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will arrive in October and the selection will happen on Halloween. Although many of you would love to try and represent our school it was agreed that we are to put an age restriction of seventeen years or older."
"Dammit," Sierra whispers in protest, I roll my eyes and shake my head.
"Now that the announcements are made, I hope you all are supportive of our chosen champion now, time for bed, we need you alert and rested for lessons tomorrow. Good night!!" I stand up from my seat exhausted. Sierra and everyone else, on the other hand, were on their butts moping.
"That's not fair... here I am dreaming to have a part in the tournament and now that that dream it's here I am too young?? Not fair!!!!!" Sierra whines. I roll my eyes and grab her by the arm.
"C'mon there is nothing you can do about it and even if you were old enough, Nirvana and I would murder you before you even get the chance to give your name to the judge."
"Fine..." she continues crossing her arms. I knew she was going to be up to something but at the moment I really could care less.
Citation for Paraphrase of the plot:
Rowling, J. K., author. Harry Potter And the Goblet of Fire. New York : Scholastic, 2002. Print.576Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGzw6dqlwzk
