Estelle's POV

So I maybe skiiving off of class. But Cedric was called out of class and I was curious about why. So I pretended to be sick and Professor Sprout told me to go to the hospital wing. I didn't though and went somewhere hidden. And turned into Raven before going to search for Cedric. I meow catching his attention.

"Raven, what are you doing here girl?" he asks me. I just give him a look. "Right, you're a cat and can't answer me" he mutters to himself. "Anyway, I'm on my way to see Mr Bagman and the other champions. Want to come?" he asks and I nod my head.

He smiles and leads us to a fairly small classroom. Where most of the desks had been pushed away to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle. However, had been placed end-to-end in front of the blackboard and covered with a long length of velvet. Five chairs had been set behind the velvet-covered desks, and Ludo Bagman was sitting in one of them, talking to a witch Harry had never seen before, who was wearing magenta robes.

Viktor Krum was standing moodily in a corner as usual and not talking to anybody. Fleur looked a good deal happier as she sat in one of the chairs. Along with a photographer and a reporter. "Ah Mr Diggory welcome, and who's this little fellow?" Bagman asks while looking at me.

"Hello Mr Bagman and this is Raven" Cedric tells him. Mr Bagman goes to pat me and I hiss at him. "Sorry, she doesn't do pats" he says sheepishly. "Harry, not here yet?" he asks.

"A Mr Creevey was sent to collect him. He should be here shortly" Mr Bagman states. Cedric nods and goes to sit beside Fleur. I jump on her arm rest.

"What a beautiful cat" she compliments and I purr happily at the compliment.

"Yes, Patricia takes real good care of her" Cedric states.

"So she is not yours?" Fleur asks.

"No" he answers.

"Oh, is Patricia your girlfriend?" she asks him.

"No, just a fellow student in my year level. Except she's in Gryffindor" Cedric states.

"Does she know the cat is here?" she asks.

"Doubtful, she'd still be in class" he states. "Besides Raven always pops up randomly around school" he adds.

"Ah, here he is! Champion number four! In you come, Harry, in you come" Bagman says startling me. "Nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment" he explains. Oh, so that's what's going on. I bet they have Mr Ollivander hear to evaluate the wands.

"Wand weighing?" Harry asks confused. I swish my tail in amusement.

"We have to check that your wands are fully functional, no problems, you know, as they're your most important tools in the tasks ahead" Bagman tells him. "The expert's upstairs now with Dumbledore. And then there's going to be a little photo shoot. This is Rita Skeeter and her photographer Bozo. They'll doing a small piece on the tournament for the Daily Prophet" he states.

"Maybe not that small, Ludo" Rita says as she eyes Harry. I hiss at her. She better not write lies about Harry. No one messes with my family.

"The photo" Bozo says.

"Quite right, champions please gather around Miss Delacour for a photo" Bagman instructs. They do so. "Do you want Raven in the shot?" he asks.

"I think she'll look lovely" Rita states.

"Want to be in the photo girl?" Cedric asks me. Why not? I jump on his shoulder and curl around them laying down. "Take that as a yes" he chuckles. We all look at the camera and they smile. The photo is taken, before Rita takes Harry into a closet for a private interview.

Just then Dumbledore appears with the judges and Mr Ollivander. "Good, you're all here. But where's Harry?" he asks.

"Having a interview with Rita" Bagman tells him.

"That won't do, I'll go collect them" Dumbledore states. He heads for the broom closet. He returns with them. "May I introduce Mr. Ollivander?" he says. "He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament" he declares.

"Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?" Mr Ollivander asks. Fleur Delacour swept over to Mr. Ollivander and handed him her wand.  Who wirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted a number of pink and gold sparks. Then he held it chose to his eyes and examined it carefully.  "Yes, nine and a half inches. . . inflexible. . . rosewood. . . and containing. . . dear me" he says.

"An 'air from ze 'ead of a veela, one of my grandmuzzer's" Fleur explains. So she is part veela, Patricia owes me ten sickles.

"Yes, I've never used veela hair myself, of course. I find it makes for rather temperamental wands. . . however, to each his own, and if this suits you" Mr Ollivander tells her. He mutters "Orchideous!" and a bunch of flowers burst from the wand tip. "Very well, very well, it's in fine working order" he states. Handing the wand and flowers to Fleur.

"Mr. Diggory, you next" he says and Cedric steps forward. "What an unusual cat" he states.

"A little, but she is a great listener" Cedric tells him. He hands his wand to Mr Ollivander.

"Ah, now, this is one of mine, isn't it?" he asks. "Yes, I remember it well. Containing a single hair from the tail of a particularly fine male unicorn. . . must have been seventeen hands; nearly gored me with his horn after I plucked his tail. Twelve and a quarter inches. . . ash. . . pleasantly springy. It's in fine condition. . . You treat it regularly?" he asks Cedric.

"Polished it last night" Cedric tells him with a smile. I notice Harry gather a fistful of robe from his knee and tried to rub his clean surreptitiously. I swish my tail in amusement. Mr. Ollivander sent a stream of silver smoke rings across the room from the tip of Cedric's wand, pronounced himself satisfied. Before handing it back to Cedric and called Viktor forward next.

"This is a Gregorovitch creation, unless I'm much mistaken? A fine wand-maker, though the styling is never quite what I. However" he says as he lifts the wand and examined it minutely, turning it over and over before his eyes. "Yes, hornbeam and dragon heartstring?" he asks Viktor. Who nod his head. "Rather thicker than one usually sees. . . quite rigid. . . ten and a quarter inches. Avis!" he says. The hornbeam wand let off a blast hike a gun, and a number of small, twittering birds flew out of the end and through the open window into the watery sunlight.

"Good" he says and hands it back to Viktor. Harry hands his wand over next for examination. Mr. Ollivander spent much longer examining Harry's wand than anyone else's. Eventually, however, he made a fountain of wine shoot out of it, and handed it back to Harry, announcing that it was still in perfect condition.

"Thank you all" Dumbledore tells the champions. "You may go back to your lessons now or perhaps it would be quicker just to go down to dinner, as they are about to end" he states. I jump off of Cedric's shoulders and slicked away as Rita asked for more photos. I went to a closet and turned human. Before heading to the hospital wing.

"What seems to be the problem Miss Black?" Madame Pomfrey asks.

"Stomach ache" I tell her.

"Hear you go" she says handing me a pain relief potion. I thanked her and left. Heading for the great hall. Along the way, I ran into Cedric. I nearly fell, and he stopped me.

"You ok Estelle?" he asks me concerned.

"Yeah, thanks" I mutter and he lets me go. "So where did you disappear to?" I ask curious as we head for the great hall.

"To have my wand examine and have a photo taken" he states.

"Life as a champion" I say.

"What about you?" he asks me.

"Hospital wing" I tell him. We reach the great hall. "See you around" I tell him and go join my friends at the Gryffindor table.

"Where did you disappear too?" Patricia asks me.

"No where important" I state as I make myself a plate. "So any luck planning the friendlies?" I ask Angelina.

"Yeah, we have our first friendly match against Hufflepuff this weekend" she states. I nod my head and we enjoy the feast. After dessert, we returned to Gryffindor tower. Where I helped Neville with his homework. Before going to bed early.

A/N

Picture above of Raven (aka Estelle) on Cedric's shoulders for the photo of the champions. Picture on the external link of Rita Skeeter with her photographer.