I walked down to the dining hall with a coffee mug full of tea and a bowl of whatever the cook gave me in my hand, then sat down next to Eden, Madi, and Sophia.
“Any luck?” I asked. Sophia shook her head, “you?” “No...” I answered awkwardly.
I looked over to the other houses. Millie, Kulsoum, and Caidyn had their backs turned away from me, they weren’t exactly ignoring me or anything, they just like to sit that way.
Slytherin, Ash, Ella, and Lucy were the ones pissed off at me a little, they didn’t have their backs turned but they just glared at me from time to time.
Gryffindor, Alex and Emma didn’t even care, they just laughed at how petrified I looked when my name was drawn, but to be honest, they were petrified too!
I looked back to find the other champions, they were all out of sight, except Thomas who was getting up to leave or something. And I guess he saw me, he looked over with that ‘we actually need to go’ smile that parents give you when you’re going to an amusement park or something.
I looked back at my table before basically sprinting towards the door where he just got to, I sat about 3 quarters of the room away from the door, if that makes sense. And since he sat close to the door he would easily get to the door before me if he ran.
“Why’d you give me that look,” was the first thing I said to him. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a smile that you give to clueless friends.
“Did you not hear?” I looked up at him, he was bloody tall! “The champions are being interviewed today, we’re free from classes, did you seriously not know?”
I shook my head. “Well we have to go, like now,” he stated as he toke off in a run, I followed behind, I wasn’t the best runner, but I could run.
I continued running until he suddenly stopped, which made me run into him and bash my nose into his back. I stepped back a little, eyes tightly close and hand holding onto my nose. “Fuck!” I had to exclaim, opening my eyes and making him, and his friends, turn around.
He looked at me, “sorry, I guess I got a bit side tract,” he tried to help. “A bit?” I questioned back at him, a hell of a lot of sass added to it.
The others in his group looked at me, there was seven other boys, the ones that act like they hate me. I thought they were in the dining hall, guess not.
Angus, the shortest though sternest and angriest looking one of the group, gave me this look, no not that kind of look! An angry, annoyed look that your parents give you when you’ve done something completely off the track. I raised an eyebrow at him and he looked away.
“Problem?” I asked him with a cocky attitude as I crossed my arms. He glared at me, just glared, nothing else.
“Angus,” Thomas laughed, making him pout and look anyway. “Why is she with you exactly?” Angus questioned, looking at Thomas but pointing at me. “We’re champions,” Thomas tried to explain. “So?” Angus snapped back, “She’s practically the enemy!”
“Bro,” I interrupted, “you do not need to get your heart strings pulled when your practical looking ‘boyfriend’ has the liberty to help someone as insignificant as me.” I laughed slightly but soon regretted it, so much, as I felt his fist collide with my face. I fell over from the impact, hitting the ground, back first.
“Angus!” Thomas yelled, very annoyed, as I looked up. The rest of them looked shocked, with wide eyes. He was flicking his hand that he punched me with, since it probably hurt in some way. I shook my head a little, whipping my hair with it. I held onto my nose again, it was bleeding.
“I had to,” Angus mumbled. “No you didn’t!” Thomas retorted. “Its fine,” I stated, “I probably deserved it.” Thomas sighed, happy that I wasn’t pissed.
“Here,” he extended his arm, helping me up again. “Sorry about him,” the other hufflepuff boy apologized, “he has really anger management problems.”
Angus turned away, sighing angrily. “Its fine,” I explained again. “Becky, you just literally got punched square in the face, are you sure?” a Ravenclaw boy stated. “I’m fine I swear,” I explained, “and how do you know my name?”
He looked at me confused, “you’re the Quidditch captain and seeker of Ravenclaw,” he explained. I shrugged, but agreed.
I blinked for a second, trying to realise. “Wait! Kevin and Ryan, one of the beaters and one of our chasers?”
They chuckled, “yeah that’s us,” the beater, Kevin, stated. I face palmed, “eh sorry, I’m out of it today and I’m forgetting important things.”
“And my name’s Lance!” I yelled out loud, just remembered that they used the wrong name for me. I hated being called by my real name, it was just weird.
“I don’t think I know the rest of you though,” I stated. They all realised I guessing. “I’m Isaac,” the other Slytherin boy explained, he had blonde hair, not bleached but close to it, I couldn’t really see his eyes, his fridge was covering them too much. And he looked like Draco, that’s unfortunate.
“I’m Cooper,” the Gryffindor boy said, he was the one that basically bashed me into a wall a week ago. He had a military haircut, grown out and a chestnut brown colour. Blue eyes. Not as tall as Thomas but about a half a head shorter. He wasn’t as up tight as Angus, none of them were, at all.
“Brandon,” the other Hufflepuff smiled shyly. He was, not being racist, Asian, a Spanish Asian, I could hear the Spanish accent in his voice, but also a Japanese and English tone mixed in with it. He looked shy, better yet he was. He also looked like that worried friend, but not in a bad way. He seemed nice. He had dark black hair with a quiff and had dark brown eyes.
I swear I’d noticed them all somewhere. I could still feel my nose bleeding but I didn’t know how bad it was. “Oh um your nose,” Brandon interrupted my thoughts. “Oh right,” I remembered, not really but oh well. “Here,” Thomas laughed slightly, casting a spell on my nose to make it better.
I smiled, letting go of my nose, it felt better, I could actually breathe again.
I laughed, “Thanks,” just a small token of my appreciation. Thomas smiled with a small laugh, “it’s fine,” he nodded. I looked up at the group, something was strange about them. They looked as if they weren’t supposed to be a group, too different from each other.
They must have noticed something about my thoughts, they looked either alarmed or confused by my facial expression. There was an awkward silence, like in a classroom, but worse. Looks were exchanged throughout the group and myself, side to side, forwards, casually even looking behind them awkwardly.
“I think we’d better go now,” Thomas finally broke the silence, “to the interviews I mean.” I felt a bit awkward but refused to not talk, “haha, yeah, we’d should go,” shit, what kind of a response is
I awkwardly walked past the group and tried to remember where to go, oh wait, no one ever told me, it was even more awkward!
I heard Thomas laugh from behind me, “this way,” he instructed nicely, walking next to me. I scratched the back of my head, “knew that,” I tried to be cool about it.