“You’re dead,” one of the other champions said to me with a worried look. He extended his hand out to help me up, yanking me up to my feet.
“Shit bro,” the Durmstrang boy looked at me. He was tall, so was the Thomas boy, they both had blonde hair, and I looked like a midget standing next to them. The girl, Elizabeth, was tall as well, her long, vaguely messy looking, dirty blond hair was put into a ponytail, though only half of it, the rest just kind of hanging there jamming ‘hey.’
“Rebecca Lally!” I heard Dumbledore shout at the top of his lungs as he stomped down the stairs. I was vaguely terrified, anyone would be at this moment. I didn’t know what was going on at all!
But my real name, really…I thought he would have noticed by now.
He stopped in front of me. “Who put your name in? Was it a 7th year?” I didn’t know how to answer, so I just said the truth. “No,” I started, “I didn’t know my name was even in there sir.” He calmed down a bit I guess.
“People die in these games, what are we going to do with her?” he turned away, questioning the other teachers. “We can’t let her compete,” I heard Professor McGonagall half yelled. He turned to Mr Snape. “She got chosen, so she must compete,” Snape retorted.
The other champions, obviously over the age of 17, looked at me with a worried look.
I breathed out, much like I was panting, I probably was, I did sprint through that hallway.
Dumbledore breathed out as well, “I agree,” Professor McGonagall looked up, “with Snape.” McGonagall gasped and yelled out, “she’s only in the 4th year. She’ll die!” “She got chosen,” Dumbledore yelled back.
Shit, just shit…
I ended up having to walk out of the room, without the champions, and back to my room, well dorm. I walked quickly through the empty hallway until someone grabbed my shoulder, turned me around, and bashing me into the nearest wall.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I heard the person yelled. It was the group of boys that Thomas was from, but he wasn’t there.
It was a tough looking boy. That Jackson kid and the Angus boy stood next to them. They were all 7th years, I probably couldn’t take all of them, especially when I was one. I was bloody short compared to them, and two. Too damn bothered to fight them right now after what just happened. Well actually, I was taller than the Angus boy, but I don’t want to go there.
“I have a lot of problems,” I tried to stall them or something. “No,” the Angus boy snapped back, “how the fuck did you get your name in there, you have to be over 17.” I lowered my eyebrow and the vague smile on my face disappeared.
“Look,” I spoke, pushing the boy that had my shoulder away, stepping in front of the shorter Gryffindor, “I have no fucking clue how or when my name was put in, and just for the record, maybe you lot should try taking lessons from your friend Thomas, I’m sure he’d teach you how to treat young ladies properly.”
I literally didn’t think I’d say that to his face, but I pushed him aside as well, walking passed the group who looked pretty damn irritated after I said that.
They all turned around, it was a smaller group, but about the same size group as mine. They had someone from every house in there, two in fact, well from every house I mean, ‘explains it’ I smirked.
“Look!” one finally said, he was in hufflepuff, probably the nicest, he looked worried but definitely was braver than the rest of them, “we’re just kind of worried for you, like we can, I don’t know, tell and teach you about the events and how to get passed them.” The group looked at each other, but nodded with annoyed sighed.
I went quiet for a moment. I crossed my arms.
“Maybe tomorrow, alright?” I raised an eyebrow whilst a smirk grew on my face once more. They all nodded. I laughed to myself and turned around, my robes swaying around with me, like a fire, as I walked away chanting “later.”
I felt like an utter smartass at that moment, but I didn’t care, being in Ravenclaw, I basically have the privilege.