The Diary of a Witch, Volume IV

THE DIARY OF A WITCH, VOLUME IV

CHAPTER 2: OCTOBER

Wednesday, October 1, Library,

Ode to the Library

by Jubilee Johanson

Oh library,

how well I know you.

Better even then

I know my own room.

Book racks,

card catalogue,

Madam Pince

scuttling along,

Oh yes, this place

is well known.

Scratching quills,

muttering of

students as

they read.

It’s quiet,

it’s peaceful,

it’s studious.

It’s the library.

The place

where all students

will eventually end up

no matter how hard

they try.

Thursday, October 2, Great Hall, Breakfast,

            I’ve decided to write the following back to Firenze:

Firenze,

            Okay, I’m sorry, WHAT danger? There’s no coming danger. Are you sure you’re reading the stars right?

            Plus, how you guys going to BAN humans from the forest? What, you’re going to set up guards or something? Do you even have right to do that? No offense, it just seems kind of extreme.

            Also, tell Bane that he didn’t have to be such an ass about this thing. My sincerest sympathy for having to put up with that jerk on a regular basis.

                        Jubilee

 

Friday, October 3, After Potions, Before Herbology, Greenhouse 5,

            So apparently Snape’s going to poison us.

            True, he’s doing to test our knowledge of antidotes but still, can he DO that? I mean, there has got to be some sort of law against this sort of thing.

Saturday, October 4, Library Notes,

POTION ANTIDOTES RESOURCES:

In Case You’ve Been Poisoned; Antidotes for Any Potion by Astrea Phonelli

Antidotes for All Purposes by Regulus Smith

The Complete Antidote Book by Michael Judas

Remedies for the Poisoned by Nicodemus Matheau

The Journal of Antidotes Studies, all volumes, multiple authors (reference section)

Antidotes for Dummies

            I cannot believe there are dummy books even in the wizard world. Apparently, the person who created the Muggle series was a guy who had a Muggleborn brother. He liked the idea his brother came up with and the two started coming out with dummy books for wizards. The really sad part? They sell.

Sunday, October 5, Great Hall, Breakfast,

THINGS TO DO:

1) Finish HoM, DADA, and Astronomy essay

2) Extra reading for Summoning Charms

3) Drawing of plant with labels for Herbology

4) Latin translation

5) Memorize antidotes for Potions test at the end of the month, don’t want to get killed.

6) Change Rowena’s litter box

7) Finishing touches on Hogwarts painting

8) Start The Inheritance by Louisa May Alcott

Monday, October 6, Latin

            So apparently Filch has suddenly started to clean up the castle. He was polishing everything in sight when I saw him on the way to class just now. He even started to wipe off the portraits who protested loudly.

            My guess is that it’s for the Beauxbatons and Durmstrung students and faculty coming at the end of the month. Hard to believe they’re coming in four weeks. Wasn’t it just yesterday we were learning about the Tri-Wizard Tournament? Where did the time go?

Tuesday, October 7, Divination Notes,

-Owen, you actually KNOW about this whole reading the stars deal, right?

            -Um...somewhat. I’m not an expert or anything.

-But you know more then say...Trelawney?

-Jubilee, ANYONE who has read legitiment books on Astrology, knows more then Trelawney.

-Which you have, right?

            -Yeah, some of them. Why?

-Okay, you remember what I told you about the whole Firenze thing?

-Yes. I still can’t believe you went into the Forbidden Forest AGAIN when you didn’t have too! You’re asking to get expelled you know.

-Oh chill out, MOM. I went in cat disguise, no one saw me. Besides, the Forbidden Forest is not as dangerous as the teachers keep saying it is. They’re really exaggerating about that, I swear.

-I’ll ignore the Mum crack. Now what does the Firenze thing have to do with me knowing Astrology or not?

-Well, in his letter back to me, Firenze said that he and the centaurs saw danger coming for the wizard world or something like that. Have you noticed anything like that while peeking through your telescope?

-Not really, but then I don’t continually read the stars every night like the centaurs do. Besides, they have a different way of looking the stars then we do.

-Really?

-Well...slightly different. More realistic then the way Trelawney’s teaching us that’s for sure.

-How’s it different?

-Don’t know. The book didn’t say. The centaurs aren’t really big on sharing stuff with humans. There’s a lot of bad blood between our species you know.

-Yeah, I know. That’s no excuse for Bane to act like an ass though.

-Actually it might be. Read up on it and you’ll probably understand a lot better.

-I HAVE read up on it.

            -In something besides A History of Magic?

-Well...no, not exactly.

-Trust me, that book doesn’t cover half of what went down. Try some other books in the library and you’ll see what I mean.

-Might as well, I practically live in the library nowadays.

-Yeah, Madam Pince ought to start charging rent for tables in there. She’d make a fortune.

-Dude, DON’T give her any ideas.

Wednesday, October 8, Owlery,

            Letter I sent to Firenze:

Dear Firenze,

            What kind of trouble are you talking about? War trouble; disease trouble; alien invasion trouble? Also, how do you REALLY KNOW there’s going to be trouble? How reliable is this seer of yours? Because no offense, I don’t trust many seers. Possibly, this is Trelawney’s fault.

            I would also like to point out that this castle is hardly “safe” as you put it. There are moving stairs, false stair steps, and poltergeists who like to throw projectiles at you simply because you’re standing there. Not to mention there’s Greenhouse seven and eight, Filch, Professor Snape, and Professor Moody who likes to throw curses at people for FUN. So yeah, this place can be just as dangerous as the Forbidden Forest, even with the Dumbledore factor.

                        Sincerely,

                                    Jubilee

P.S. Owen says centaurs have a different way to divine the stars then humans do, is that true?

P.P.S. I sort of read a history book on human/centaur relations and well...I’m REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry about how you guys have treated by humans. Because the way we’ve treated you just sucks.

Thursday, October 9, DADA Class,

            Okay, WHY do we have to research the Crucio curse again? I mean I’m seriously happy not knowing what pain the curse can cause or who invented it. Especially the who invented it part, because you can bet that whoever did invent it was a even nuttier then Voldemort.

Later Thursday, October 9, After DADA,

            Opps.

            Apparently that glass eye of Professor Moody’s can see through books and stuff because he knew I was writing in my diary for that one minute or so. After class was dismissed he called me up to his desk and firmly said that he didn’t want me doing anything not having to do with class during DADA.

            In middle of me assuring him that it was a one time thing only and that I would not insult his teaching ideas anymore (well, not to his face anyway) he suddenly peered at me intently and asked why I don’t seem to fear Voldemort (or You-Know-Who as he called him).

            That kind of took me by surprise. Because I never really thought about whether or not I’m afraid of him. I mean, I probably should be, the guy DID purposely go after Muggleborns like me. But well, he’s dead. Harry Potter got rid of him. Why fear a dead guy? That would be kind of stupid, wouldn’t it?

            Which is what I told Moody. He simply raised an eyebrow and said bluntly, “No one knows for sure if he’s dead. They’ve all just assumed. Considering he went after Muggleborns such as yourself I would think you wouldn’t utter his name so carelessly.”

            That I thought was kind of weird. I mean, this guy is an Auror, isn’t he? Okay, an ex-Auror, but STILL, why would he follow this stupid thing about calling Voldemort He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or whatever? So I kind of frowned at him and said, “Not saying anyone’s name is sort of stupid, don’t you think? It just makes you more afraid of him.”

            After that he just gave me this really unreadable look. Then he took five points from Ravenclaw for not paying attention in class because of the writing in my journal thing and said if he caught me again, I’d get detention. Have I mentioned that Moody freaks me out sometimes?

Friday, October 10, Great Hall, Dinner,

            Well, Firenze wrote back, I got yelled at by Gandalf when he returned because apparently some of the plants made grabs at him in the Forbidden Forest as he flew. That explains the slight tear in the letter.

Dear Jubilee,

          Yes, centaurs do look at the stars slightly differently then humans do. I won’t go into how, however, it’s a little difficult to explain on parchment.

          You do not need to apologize for your species, child. You are not personally responsible for how things turned out for us. I do agree however that it did suck.

          Regardless of whether or not Hogwarts is more safe then the forest you should still stay there for the time being. We feel that a great struggle will soon come to the wizard world and though I do not agree, my herd wishes to remain out of it. Which means staying away from humans. Please, just stay at the school from now on, all right?

                     Sincerely,

                                Firenze

 

Sunday, October 12, Great Hall, Breakfast,

THINGS TO DO:

1) Finish HoM, Charms, and Herbology essays

2) Transfigurations for practical on Thursday

3) Read third book for Summoning Charms

4) Rune translation

5) Practice for Latin oral exam on Friday

6) Finish The Inheritance

8) Order more cat litter for Rowena

Tuesday, October 14, History of Magic,

JUBILEE’S REVIEWS OF THE CLASSICS:

The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: I both love and hated Shakespeare’s stuff. I LOVED his sonnets, they all rocked. His history plays (Julius Ceaser, Henry IV etc.) bored me to tears however and it was annoying having to look every other sentence up because he couldn’t write in plain English. As for Romeo and Juliet? I think the two of them should have just told their families to get a life and elope instead of doing all that suicide business. The Taming of the Shrew I liked up until Catherine agreed that she would change her character for her new husband. That totally ruined the story for me. If the guy I married suddenly told me I had to agree with him about everything or whatever simply because he was the man there would be a divorce faster then you can say honeymoon. I liked the weird sisters from Macbeth for some reason, I don’t know why. His comedies were okay too. Othello was depressing, and Hamlet...had little too many issues for my taste. Honestly, I think he’s a better poet then a play writer. Because I just didn’t like his plays as much as his sonnets.

Peter Pan: Not the Disney version but the REAL Peter Pan that James Barrie wrote based on his original play. I don’t know what it is about this story I liked so much as a kid. Maybe it was Tinker Bell. I had this major fairy phase when I was growing up and I think Peter Pan was responsible for it. For a while there I went all through the neighborhood looking for fairy rings.

Little Women: Cute little tale about growing up in the Civil War era. Very realistic and honest portrayal of family life. Well, family life back then anyway. It’s slightly different nowadays.

Alice in Wonderland series: Putting aside the fact that the writer was probably hopped up on opium when he came up with this series it is rather funny and enjoyable. I personally love the cat. Plus there are a lot of great quotes in there that are so so true about things.

Grimms Fairytales: What is there to say about these that hasn’t already been said? Occasionally I feel nostalgic and reread them and you know what? Despite the fact that I know they got half the stuff about magical creatures wrong, I still enjoy them. Except for the Hansel and Gretel story. I don’t like the way they portrayed witches. I mean come on, I don’t go living in a gingerbread house and eat up kids.

Thursday, October 16, Charms,

            FINALLY!

            We finally start to actually do Summoning Charms next week.

            It’s about time. I swear I know more about Summoning Charms then the people who came up with the idea in the first place.

Sunday, October 19, Great Hall, Breakfast,

THINGS TO DO:

1) Finish HoM, Potions, and DADA essay

2) Practice wrist movements for Summoning Charms

3) Research more antidotes so I don’t get poisoned

4) Transfiguration equations at the end of chapter 15

5) Go to Greenhouse six and feed plant project (find comfort in the fact that Blaise’s turn is tomorrow)

6) Start sketch of Flitwick

7) Start another Hemmingway book. Maybe it was just that one book that was really depressing.

Monday, October 20, Great Hall, Breakfast,

 

            I have a major headache and I’m very sleepy and it’s ALL ROWENA AND GANDALF’S FAULT! They argued all night yesterday! I don’t even remember what started the argument but they did. I have the bags under my eyes to prove it.

            WHY can’t those two just get along?! They don’t even have to get along, they can just ignore each other. Anything that will make these ridiculous arguments stop. Owen suggested using my powers to make them get along but I don’t like altering animals’ or plants’ personalities to suit my taste. That’s selfish and unethical. Even though with Gandalf and Rowena it is REALLY tempting.

Wednesday, October 22, My Birthday, Charms,

            As of today, I am officially fourteen years old. One year older then thirteen. Am I wiser? Well, wise is in the eye of the beholder I think. I no longer aggravate Turpin on purpose purely to get on her nerves. As a matter of fact, the two of us pretty much just ignore each other. It’s a good arrangement that I think I’ll stick too. Unless she starts to insult me again, then it’s so on. That’s a sign of maturity, right?

            I don’t look totally different from when I turned thirteen. I’m only a little bit taller (emphasize the little) and my hair is now only one inch past my shoulders. Also now my bangs are white instead of the gold-yellow they were on my thirteenth birthday. I also seemed to have to developed a little. That’s right, I now have breasts. Believe me, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

            Other then that though, I’m pretty much the same old Jubilee.

            When I got up today there were a bunch of birds outside my window singing me Happy Birthday. It wasn’t a bad rendition either. During morning owl post a bunch of the owls wished me happy birthday as they delivered mail to their masters. So obviously someone let it slip to the wildlife it was my birthday because I didn’t get this treatment last year or the years before that. My money is on Rowena. She tends to be a gossip.

            Still...it is kind of sweet to be wished happy birthday so many times.

Later Wednesday, October 22, My Birthday, Dorm Room,

            Today has been pretty awesome as far as birthdays go.

            I almost got my Summoning Charm to work in class today, I got an O on the Herbology essay I turned in Monday, our Latin professor said my accent was improving (not that it can really get any worse) and Ancient Runes was canceled so we had a free period!

            In Herbology Blaise even remembered my birthday (she tends to forget stuff like this, to focused on her work) and gave me a couple of Chocolate Frogs and this cute card that I hung on my door with all my other cards that I get during the year.

            After classes were over I hung out with my friends outside because it was actually sort of warm today for October and Owen and Mandy somehow convinced the House-elves to make me a chocolate cake! So we all pigged out on cake before dinner. It was great. After dinner everyone gave me gifts and when I finally got up to my room there were presents from everyone back home. Here’s what I got from:

ANGELA: beaded necklace

GRANDFATHER: cash (enough for the pottery wheel with room leftover for clay!!!)

GISELLE/GERARD: homemade cookies, apple tarts, and some plant seeds for my indoor garden.

JACOB: a Lord of the Rings artbook!!!

JESSIE: CD

OWEN: Centaurs and the Stars

MANDY: mood nail polish that does actually work (because it’s magic nail polish)

HANNAH: charcoal pencils

PADMA: Potions for Dummies (very funny)

SUSAN: earrings in the shape of cats

TERRY: a moving model of a dragon

ANTHONY: a magic puzzle

MAX: Professional Quidditch; A History

FIRENZE: detailed ways of how centaurs read the stars written out on parchment!!!!

TEAM: cards and candy

Letter from Angela that came with presents:

Dear Jubilee,

          Today you turn fourteen. It’s hard to believe you’re this old already. In only three short years you’ll be an adult and if I know you, you’ll be out of this manor faster then a rocket. Not that I blame you considering your Grandfather.

          Enjoy this time you have, don’t be in such a hurry to grow up, and know this: even if you’re Grandfather doesn’t care, the rest of us are all very proud of you.

                    Love,

                              Angela

            Um...hmm. I don’t really know how I’m supposed to respond to this letter. Though it is nice to know that they’re all proud of me. That means more to me then anything Grandfather might say. Because honestly, I’ve given up on Grandfather. He’s just determined to be alone in his life. At least I know I won’t be lonely when I’m old. At least I’m going to try my best not to be.

 

Monday, October 25, Great Hall, Dinner,

 

            Oh sure, cancel the INTERESTING classes.

            A notice appeared in the entrance hall after classes today saying that everyone from Beauxbatons and Durmstrung will be arriving Friday at six PM. So our afternoon classes will end thirty minutes early so we can have time to drop off our books and stuff and assemble on the front stairs to greet them.

            Which means I still have Potions.

            Damn.

 

Tuesday, October 27, History of Magic,

 

            I don’t get why everyone is so excited about this dumb tournament. Quidditch is way more exciting and you actually have more of a chance to participate in it. But everyone else, doesn’t see it that way. They’re all happily gossiping about who is going to enter their name in the contest, what the other students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrung will be like, what kind of challenges there will be, etc. etc.

            About the only thing that would possibly interest me would be meeting students from another country. I haven’t traveled at all really. California and England are about the only places in the world I’ve been too. Some day when I’m older I want to do a world tour and go anywhere I can: Paris, Rome, Venice, and many more places are on my list. So I’ll be interested in meeting them and learning about France and wherever Durmstrung is.

            But other then that, I don’t think this tournament is going to be terribly exciting. Watching other people compete is just not my idea of a good time, I’d rather be out there competing myself if I wanted to. Personally I’d prefer just having Quidditch. I almost miss my nightly practices and watching Davies go postal over the next game.

 

Wednesday, October 28, Great Hall, Dinner,

 

            Geez, Filch has become even more uptight then before! He gave me detention when I came in just now with Blaise from the greenhouses. The two of us were feeding the plant Professor Sprout assigned for us to take care of all year. Considering the plant’s kind of fussy right now the two of us got dirt all over us. That dirt turned into slight mud when we ran to the Great Hall because it’s now pouring outside.

            So we got a little mud on the floor. Sue us. That’s no reason to give us detention for tomorrow.

            He’s not the only one who’s all tense though. The teachers have suddenly become way strict and controlling. Professor McGonagall even had nerve to ask me yesterday after Transfiguration yesterday whether or not I would consider not having dyed bangs during the tournament. I politely asked her if it was against school rules to have dyed hair and she grudgingly admitted no (probably the only reason I haven’t gotten detention for it). After she said no then I shrugged and said I guess I was keeping it then.

            Hey, it’s MY hair. The teachers don’t have the right to tell me how to wear it. If anyone from Beaxbatons and Durmstrung have a problem with it well boo hoo for them.

            Professor Flitwick also came into the common room (one of the few times he ever does this) and gave a long lecture about how to behave in front of our guests. I could be imagining this but I swear he was looking right at me when he talked about decorum.

 

Thursday, October 29, Dorm Room,

 

            Filch is a jerk.

            He not only had Blaise and I wash all the windows of the Great Hall, but he made us put up Halloween decorations!

            Do you know how many decorations Hogwarts HAS for Halloween? Not to mention, Blaise is not crazy about bats, so it was mean to make her help me set them loose in the Great Hall.

            Then we had to take down all the banners and put up large ones for each of the houses’ coat of arms and one huge one behind the teachers table for the Hogwarts coat of arms. Then we had to scrub the floors, and set the tables with all the right arrangements.

            This is a little harsh for tracking mud don’t you think?

 

Friday, October 30, Great Hall, Breakfast,

 

            Well, at least I have the satisfaction of knowing I helped put up these decorations.

            My arms are still way sore though. I hope my teachers aren’t expecting much from me today.

 

Later Friday, October 30, Herbology Notes,

 

-Hey, Blaise, are your arms sore?

            -Very sore. Lets not track mud on the floor anytime soon.

-Agreed. I still say that punishment was way harsh.

-I tried taking it up with Professor Snape and he said it was our own fault for getting caught.

-What, we’re supposed to sneak into dinner or something?

-That’s his response every time one of us get caught. I think it’s his way of teaching us to be sneakier or something.

-A Head of House who WANTS you to be sneaky. Cool.

            -He has his moments.

 

Later Friday, October 30, Dorm Room,

 

            They’re HEERRE

            The guests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrung arrived and boy, did they arrive in style.

            After classes (I didn’t get poisoned in Potions, by the way, Owen did but made the right antidote so he was okay) we all went to drop off our books and go make ourselves “look more presentable” as our Ancient Runes Professor put it. I had to dig through my trunk to find the pointed hat we have to wear for special occasions. I personally hate hats with a fiery passion but since it was required...

            We all gathered at the front steps of the castle. The teachers had us line up on the stairs by house with the first years in front, second years after them, then the third years and so on. Needless to say it took a few minutes to get straightened out. I found it a little discouraging though to discover that a second year was taller then me! I am so height challenged. Anyway, we got organized and at exactly six PM they arrived.

            Beauxbatons showed up first. They arrived in large house sized carriage pulled by real life WINGED PALOMINO HORSES! They were BEAUTIFUL! I can’t wait to talk to them some more. All I could say when they arrived was a lame hi. I was too stunned to really speak and I think they were too stunned that there was a Wild Mage at this school.

            The Headmistress of Beauxbatons is Madame Maxime and DUDE...she’s as big as HAGRID! Looks to be around his age too. Wouldn’t it be awesome if they got together? Hagrid is great and everything but he needs someone to look after him.

            Anyway, Dumbledore greeted her and her students who were all dressed in light blue silk robes and freezing their butts off I’m sure. Which is probably why they opted to go into the castle and warm up instead of waiting for Durmstrung to arrive. No sooner had they gone into the castle when suddenly all the fish, Aqua the Giant Squid, magical creatures, and underwater plants in the lake started to swear loudly in my head. I stared at the lake in confusion wondering what that was about when I got my answer a few seconds later: a large ship suddenly came up from the lake out of no where. If a large ship had appeared in my lake without warning I’d be pissed too.

            All the students of Durmstrung students marched out of the ship wearing heavy cloaks and looking very serious like. Then out came the Headmaster, Professor Karkaroff, who is kind of small and well...weasel-looking. Something about the guy just creeps me out, but in a different way then Moody creeps me out it that makes sense. But Karkaroff isn’t the important thing. The important thing is that VIKTOR KRUM goes to Durmstrung!

            That’s right, THE VIKTOR KRUM is still a student and he is HERE AT HOGWARTS! So not only will he be entering in the tournament, he will be staying here all year regardless of whether or not he becomes champion or not. So I can ASK FOR HIS AUTOGRAPH! That’s the only reason I didn’t hound him like everyone else. If he’s going to be staying here then I’ve got plenty of time to corner him for one. I’ll do it nicely also, like when he’s not doing anything important and then leave him alone because if he’s in seventh year then he’s probably going to be busy studying for N.E.W.T.s this year. If Durmstrung even has something like N.E.W.T.s...

            You know, maybe there is something to this tournament after all...

            When we went inside we discovered that the Beauxbatons students had all decided to sit at the Ravenclaw table. It wasn’t too bad, though they weren’t very sociable, they just sat amongst themselves mostly and chatted in French. I did notice that one of the guys had white dyed hair though. He was pretty cute too, tall and broad shouldered with blue eyes and nice smile. I know about the smile because he smiled at me when he caught me looking at his hair.

            Though I didn’t think much of that one blonde girl all the guys were going gaga over. I thought she was a bit rude to snort like that when Dumbledore said in his speech that he hoped that they would all be comfortable here at Hogwarts. But I’m the only one who seems to think that. Mandy was looking at her hair in admiration and looking like she was dying to ask what kind of shampoo the girl used. Anthony and Terry were drooling, as was Owen over at Hufflepuff and Davies who somehow maneuvered it so he was sitting next to her. I swear, you put a pretty girl in front of boys and they turn into quivering masses of hormones. It’s disgusting to watch.

            The food was slightly different then what the House-Elves usually serve. They had stuff like bouillabaisse, which wasn’t that bad, and quiche which is this kind of french pie thing over in France. That was all I recognized though. The reason I recognized them was because a little while before they died, the restaurant Mom ran had a month dedicated to French food. As a result she tried out dozens of recipes at home with Dad and I as her guinea pigs. It drove the two of us crazy because we would be dying for a hot dog and she was all, “here, have a quiche.”

            After the feast Dumbledore explained how the champions were going to be chosen. Basically, a large cup known as the Goblet of Fire will be put in the Great Hall and people will put their names in it and it will choose who it deems worthy to be champion. Dumbledore is going to draw an Age Line around it to make sure no one under the age of seventeen gets past the Goblet. Not that that’s going to stop Fred and George from at least TRYING. They told me after I gave them my ideas on how to their joke ideas that they think they’ve come up with a way around it. I doubt it’ll work, but hey, you never know.

            Personally I think the whole idea of the Goblet sounds a little kooky to me, but then this IS the Wizard World so who am I to judge?

 

Saturday, October 21, Halloween, Great Hall, Breakfast,

 

HA! That was BRILLIANT!

            Fred and George tried to use a potion to fool the Goblet of Fire. I don’t know why they bothered to, if DUMBLEDORE was the person who put up the Age Line then no way would they fool it. But they’re Gryffindors so they had to try. The minute they crossed the Age Line they grew long white beards like Dumbledore’s. Like I said, BRILLIANT.

            Dumbledore is pretty cool for an old guy.

 

Later Saturday, October 31, Halloween, Dorm Room,

 

            Is it me or does EVERYTHING happen to Harry Potter?

            I mean, seriously. Our first year he was the one stuck protecting the Sorcerer’s Stone (Philosopher’s Stone, whatever), our second year was the whole Chamber of Secrets fiasco, and in third year he had Sirius Black supposedly after him though the guy pretty much gave up and fled.

            Now in our fourth year, someone put his name into the Goblet of Fire and now he’s Hogwarts’ second champion (the first is Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff). Unlike everyone else I don’t think he put his name in there. How could he of? Besides, if you looked at his face after Dumbledore announced his name, he looked completely stunned and confused. Sort of like me when McGonagall asks me to solve and equation on the board.

            So for the first time in history there are four champions: Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter for Hogwarts, Viktor Krum for Durmstrung, and Fleur Delacour (that blonde girl the guys were drooling over last night) for Beauxbatons.

            Let the games begin.