My name is Quinn Lock. I’m a fourth year here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes I’m in the same year as the famous Harry Potter and his friends.  He’s become so popular over the years. I’m not one of his biggest fan girls, but we are friends.

                Today we’re supposed to have visitors from two other schools. I believe it’s for the Triwizard tournament. It sounds interesting but I’m not really one for sports. And I personally think it’s a dangerous competition. More guys will probably sign up, but one of the schools is an all girl school, so a girl will compete too.

                As I made my way downstairs I eventually caught up with Ron, and Hermione.  Then later joined, before we got to the Great Hall, by Harry.  As Dumbledore got started with his speech Mr. Filch came running in, well he was exactly running but more of a high knee jog panting session. He went, spoke to Professor Dumbledore and then went running back.

                “Hogwarts has been chosen to hold a legendary event,” he continued. “The Triwizard tournament. For those of who do not know, three schools join together and compete in a series of magical contest. One student from each school is selected to compete. But let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contest aren’t for the faint hearted.

                But more of that later. Right now I’d like you to help me welcome the ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy and their headmistress Madam Maxine.”

                There were at least fifteen girls that came in. they walked a bit then sighed. It wasn’t a I’m bored let’s get this over with sigh but a loving sigh. They did this once more one girl stopped in front of Ron who now looked as if he were in a trance. When they ran, in a really girly way, I heard him say ‘Bloody hell’. Such a boy. When I turned back blue butterflies were flying in the air. Their mistress Madam Maxine walked by some gazed up in awe. She had to be at least a foot or so taller than Hagrid. The girls in the front bowed and the performance was over. Applause broke out, mainly from the boys, but I was clapping right along with them. Hermione and Ginny gave me a harsh look.

                “What?” I asked “That was a good performance. I could never do that.”

                “You probably could if you studied more,” Hermione told me.

                Dumbledore got up again a silenced everyone.

                “Now I introduce to you our friends from Durmstrang in the North. And their head master Igor Karkaroff.”

                They came in with some staffs and banged them on the ground in a sort of American military pattern. As the staffs hit the ground I noticed sparks flying and a mark on the ground. Poor Filch was in the way of everything. Then someone caught my eye. He looked familiar I had seen him somewhere before. Then Ron answered my question.

                “Blimey it’s him, Victor Krum.”

                He’s a famous seeker for the Bulgarians, I recalled. I might’ve seen a poster with his face on it somewhere. Now we have another celebrity in our midst.  Applause broke out again, and I was back in reality again.

                The feast began and everyone sat down and began to eat. Almost everyone seemed to say together. Beauxbatons with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang with Durmstrang, and of course Hogwarts with Hogwarts.  I didn’t bother to look around to see where Krum had gone off to. Although I still wondered about it.

                “So what do you think the events for the tournament will be?” Ginny asked Hermione and me.

                “They’ll be brutal,” Hermione answered

                “Also really challenging and crazy,” I added.

                “I’m sure they are fun to actually attempt,” Ron said, butting into the conversation.

                “I didn’t ask you.”

                Ginny and Ron went into a sort of sibling argument. I played around with my food until dessert. Then I was in complete paradise. I love cakes and pastries more than anything. I had a major sweet tooth and always got full off of sweets.

                Before the feast was over some men went a put a really large item down by Dumbledore’s speaking podium.

                “Your attention please, I’d like to say a few words. Eternal glory, that’s what awaits the winner of the three tasks, three extremely dangerous tasks,” he told us emphasizing dangerous.

                “Wicked,” Fred and George said together.

                “Because of this there is a new rule, to explain this we have Mr. Barty Crouch to explain.”

                Suddenly the sky broke out into a fit. Lightning and the rain began to pour down.  Then someone sent a spell up into the storm and the sky was immedently calm again.

                “That’s Mad – eye Moody,” Ron said aloud

                “Moody the Aurora,” Hermione responded, almost as if she were asking.

                “Aurora?” Seamus asked.

                “Dark wizard catcher,” Ron told him. “Got a few locked up. Suppose to be mad as the hatter these days.”

                He went and greeted Dumbledore. Then turned around and drank something out of his flask.

                “What do you suppose that he’s drinking?” Seamus asked

                “I don’t know but I don’t think its pumpkin juice,” Harry answered.

                Barty Crouch began to speak.

                “After some consideration the ministry has concluded that no one under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put their name forth. This decision is final.”

                Before he could even finish everyone was booing him. Fred and George had to be the loudest screaming out: ‘that’s rubbish’. Honestly I thought it was rubbish too.

                “SILENCE!” Dumbledore shouted.  Making everyone quiet again.

                He raised his wand and the large item melted away revealing an enormous goblet. A blue flame rose out of it.

                “The Goblet of Fire,” he began. “Anyone wishing to enter their name simply write their name on a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame. As from this moment the Triwizard Tournament has begun.”

                ~~~~'So that took forever. I hope happy Alana. I’m literally in my bath tub (No water just a empty tub with a pillow and blanket with a can of peaches.) but I started off with the book somehow and went movie. Like write movie pause write.  Did anyone notice that the whole time the schools are performing Hermione is turning her nose up at everyone? Lol till when after finish dinner I’ll start again.

                                                                                                ~Shirochi