Nearly everyone laughed and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively. "I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all walk into a bar..." Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "Ah, but maybe this isn't the time...no..." said Dumbledore.
"Where was I? Yes, the Triwizard Tournament...well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wonder freely." Having said this, Sienna and Fred went back to kissing, and Ron, being the closest to them, mimicked fake barfing again and turned around to listen to Dumbledore.
"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities-until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."
"Death toll?" whispered Hermione, looking alarmed. But, no one else took this into account. Many students were whispering excitedly to one another about the tournament.
"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very unsuccessful. However, our own magical departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked so hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in moral danger. The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween, An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."
"That's about $10,070." said Chloe who knew how much a Galleon was into an U.S Dollar.
"I'm going for it!" Fred Weasley hissed down the table once he broke off from Sienna's kiss and heard what the prize was, his face lit with enthusiasm at the prospect of such glory and riches. He was not the only person who seemed to be visualizing himself as the Hogwarts champion.
"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "the head of the participating schools along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age-that is to say, seventeen or older-will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This"-Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words, and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious-"is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will till be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below 6th and 7th year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no under-age student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion." His light blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over Fred and George's faces. "Therefore, I beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen."
"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year," Dumbledore continued. "I know that you will extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Good night!"
But just as everyone was leaving, a man appeared by the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled toward the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling. He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark grey hair, then began to walk up towards the teacher's table.
"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody!" said Dumbledore breaking the loud silence in the Hall. Everyone continued to stare at Moody as he took a swig from his hip flask. But eventually, one by one, the students got up and left, trying to take their eyes off of Professor Moody's eyes, one normal eye and one that swiveled around.
"Weird, that one is." said Ron when he, Harry, Hermione, Sienna, Fred, (who were holding hands...Sienna and Fred...no one else) Mia, Zoe, Chloe, Kendall, and Ajax, who caught up with them from the Slytherin table.
"If you're referring to Mad-Eye-" started Sienna.
"Of course he was." said Fred, rolling his eyes. "Did you see his eye? So strange."
"So, the Triwizard Tournament," said Ajax, trying to change the subject, " I heard C. Warrington wants to compete."
"We can't have a Slytherin champion! No offense..." said Harry to Ajax.
"None taken. Some of the Slytherins are b-" said Ajax.
"Would be cool to enter wouldn't it?" cut Ron.
"I'm going to try." said Fred. "George and I were talking about making an age potion. We're turning 17 in April, so why can't we have a shot?"
"But did you hear, there was a death toll in the last few tournaments." said Sienna, her eyes very wide. "I don't want you to die!"
"Nonsense!" said George, coming up from behind the group. "Didn't you hear Dumbledore? No one'll be harmed in the tournament. So your husband will be perfectly fine if he competes." He winked at Sienna.
"Ohmigodric, did you guys seriously-?" asked Kendall.
"We aren't married!" said Sienna blushing.
"...Yet" said Fred with a smile and a wink towards Sienna who, shocked everyone around them, started to giggle like an actual girl. Everyone jumped because her 'giggle' was very unexpected.
"Did you seriously believe that we-" started Sienna.
"Back to the tournament," said Zoe, "George, Dumbledore knows you and Fred aren't of age."
"Yeah, but it's not him deciding who the champion is, is he?" George replied shrewdly. "Sounds to me like once this judge knows who wants to enter, he'll choose the best from each school and never mind how old they are. Dumbledore's trying to stop us giving our names. Hey, Ron, what if we find out how to get 'round Dumbledore? Fancy entering?"
"What d'you reckon?' Ron asked Harry. "Be cool to enter, wouldn't it? But I suppose they want someone older...Dunno if we've learned enough..."
"We definitely haven't." said Mia, speaking on behalf of her friends, who all nodded. "We just got here."
They all made their way towards the Gryffindor common room (Ajax made her way down the stairs towards the Slytherin common room)
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked George, who was closest to her.
"Balderdash." he replied, and the portrait swung open.
The gang made their way inside. Fred and Sienna gave each other one, very long, kiss goodbye before they each headed up to their dorms. Hermione muttered something like "slave labor" and followed Sienna to the girl's dorm. Zoe, Chloe, Mia, and Kendall couldn't see the point of staying up any longer, so they followed Hermione and Sienna. Hermione shared a dorm with Chloe and Mia and Sienna shared a dorm with Kendall and Zoe. All the girls were very excited for their first day back at Hogwarts tomorrow.
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The girls woke up the next morning and went down to the Great Hall. Mia adjusted the tie around her neck. She had forgotten how much she didn't like the ties in the uniform. She was used to wearing uniforms, because her old school, ASCS-ACSFC (BOAP!) required you to wear uniforms, they just didn't wear ties.
"Today's not bad...outside all morning." said Ron as he got a hold on his schedule. He was fingering down the Monday column. "Herbology with the Hufflepuffs," he sighed. " And Care of Magical Creatures with the Slytherins..."
"Double Divination this afternoon," Harry groaned.
"You should have given it up like me, shouldn't you?" said Hermione, who left Professor Trelawney's classroom the year before. She was eating some toast.
"You're eating again, I noticed." said Ron.
But before Hermione could respond, Sienna came storming towards the group, muttering to herself.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Chloe picking out a bran muffin.
"Everything!" she huffed. "I wish the boys would deflate their heads a little bit and realize that there's more to life than getting into that stupid tournament."
"You just want to smog him again, is that it?" asked Harry.
"I knew you guys wouldn't understand." Sienna huffed again and walked out of the Great Hall.
The group finished their breakfast and headed towards greenhouse three. There, Professor Sprout was showing the class the most ugliest plant known alive. They looked less like plants and more like...well...I don't know...something. There were thick, black slugs protruding vertically out of the soil. Each was squirming slightly and had a number of large,shiny swellings upon it, which appeared to be full of liquid.
"Bubotubers," Professor Sprout told them briskly. "They need squeezing. You will collect the pus--"
"The what?" said Seamus Finnigan, sounding revolted.
"Pus, Finnigan, pus," said Professor Sprout, "and it's extremely valuable, so don't waste it. You will collect the pus, I say, in these bottles. wear your dragon-hide gloves; it can do funny things to th skin when undiluted, bubotuber pus."
It was absolutely disgusting, but oddly satisfying. By the end of the lesson, they had collected several pints of the pus.
"This'll keep Madam Pomfrey happy," said Professor Sprout, stoppering the last bottle with a cork. A booming bell echoed from the castle across the grounds, signaling the end of the lesson. The Gryffindors headed towards Hagrid's small wooden cabin, which stood on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Hagrid was standing outside his hut, one hand on the collar of his enormous black boarhound, Fang. There were several open crates on the ground at his feet, and Fang was whimpering and straining at his collar, apparently keen to investigate the contents more closely. As they drew nearer, an odd rattling noise reached their ears, punctuated by what sounded like minor explosions.
"Mornin'!" Hagrid said to the class. "Today, we'll be investigatin' these Blast-Ended Skrewts. On'y jus' hatched, so yeh'll be able ter raise them yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"
"And why would we want to raise them?" said a cold voice.
The Slytherins had arrived. The speaker was Draco Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle were chuckling appreciatively at his words.
Hagrid looked stumped at the question.
"I mean, what do they do?" asked Malfoy. "What's the point of them?"
"Tha's next lesson, Malfoy. Yer jus' feedin' 'em today. Now, yeh'll wan' ter try 'em on a few diff'rent things-I've never had 'em before, not sure what they'll go fer-I got ant eggs an' a bit o' grass snake-just try 'em out with a bit o' each." said Hagrid confidently.
Hagrid opened the cages and what looked like deformed, shell-less lobsters came out of them. They horribly pale and slimy-looking, with legs sticking out in very odd places with no visible heads.
After ten minutes of trying to tempt the skrewts, Dean Thomas yelled, "Ouch! It got me! It's end exploded!"
"Ah, yeah, that can happen when they blast off," said Hagrid after running over to Dean Thomas.
"Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?" asked Lavender Brown.
"Ah, some of 'em have got stings." said Hagrid enthusiastically as Lavender quickly withdrew her hand from her box. "I reckon they're males...The females've got sorta sucker things on their bellies...I think they might be ter suck blood."
"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive." said Malfoy sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at the same time?"
"Just because they're not very pretty, it doesn't mean they're not useful." Hermione snapped. "Dragon's blood amazingly magical, but you wouldn't want a dragon for a pet, would you?"
The ball rang again, signaling lunchtime. The Gryffindors all made their way to the Great Hall. The girls all sat down and ate.
"So let me get this straight," said Kendall taking a bite of her sandwich (I don't know what they eat at lunch, sorry) "everyone doesn't know they are book characters?"
"Yeah," said Mia. "And we don't want them finding out."
"Why not?" asked Chloe.
"Word might spread and pretty soon, everyone'll have a copy of Harry Potter in their hand. Plus, You-Know-Who might get a copy of Deathly Hallows and figure out how to destroy Harry before Harry even knows it." said Zoe.
"So we have to keep this all a secret?" asked Kendall. "Even from Dumbledore?"
"Even from Dumbledore." replied Zoe.
Just then, the girls saw Hermione rush out of the Great Hall, chewing on some food.
"See you at dinner!" she called to the group.
"What was that all about?" asked Chloe.
"New stand on elf rights, I guess." said Ron. "C'mon, or we'll be late for class."
The group got up and made their way towards the North Tower towards Professor Trelawney's classroom and took their seats.
"Good day." said the misty voice of Professor Trelawney. "You are preoccupied, my dear." she said to Harry. "My inner eye sees past your brave face to the troubled soul within. And I regret to say that your worries are not baseless. I see difficult times ahead for you, alas...most difficult...I fear the thing you dread will indeed come to pass...and perhaps sooner than you think..."
Professor Trelawney swept past them and seated herself in a large winged armchair. "My dears, it is time for us to consider the stars," she said. "The movements of the planets and mysterious portents they reveal only to those who understand the steps of the celestial dance. Human destiny may be deciphered by planetary rays, which intermingle many people's fates. My dear," she turned towards Harry, who was daydreaming, "you are clearly born under the baleful influence of Saturn."
"What?" said Harry, who snapped out of his trance.
"I was saying, my dear, that you were clearly born under the baleful influence of Saturn. Saturn was surely in a position of power in the heavens at the moment of your birth...your dark hair...your mean stature...tragic losses so young in life... I think I am correct in saying, my dear, that you were born in midwinter?"
"No," said Harry "I was born in July."
Half an hour later, they have each been given a complicated circular chart, and was attempting to fill in the position of the planets at their moment of birth.
"Oh Professor, look!" said Lavender, "I think I've got an unaspected planet! Oooh, which one's that, Professor?"
"It is Uranus, my dear," said Professor Trelawney peering down at her chart.
"Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?" said Ron as Harry, Dean, Seamus, Mia, Chloe, Zoe, and Kendall (Sienna doesn't take Divination, she takes Arithmancy and Ancient Runes with Hermione) all tried to swallow their laughs. But unfortunately, Professor Trelawney heard Ron, and it was this, perhaps, that made her give them so much homework at the end of the class.
"Miserable old bat," said Ron bitterly as the group joined the crowds descending the staircases back to the Great Hall for dinner. "That'll take all weekend, that will. . ."
"Lot's of homework?" said Hermione brightly. Sienna passed the group; she still wasn't talking to them. "Professor Vector didn't give us any at all!"
"Well, bully for Professor Vector." said Ron moodily.
They reached the Great Hall, which was packed with people queuing for dinner. They had just joined the end of the line, when a loud voice rang out behind them.
"Weasley! Hey, Weasley!"
The group turned around. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were standing there, each looking pleased about something.
"What is it, Malfoy?" said Harry annoyed.
"Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" said Malfoy smugly, ignoring Harry. Then, he bagan to read the article, very loud.
At the end, Ron was madder than anyone had ever seen.
"Get stuffed, Malfoy." said Harry after Draco showed the picture of Ron's parents and house.
"Oh yeah, you were staying with them this summer, weren't you, Potter?" sneered Malfoy. "So tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?"
"You know your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry "That expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that? Or is it just because you were with her?"
"Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter." said Malfoy, his face turning pink.
"Keep your fat mouth shut, then." said Harry, turning away.
BANG!
Several people screamed.
"OH NO YOU DON'T, LADDIE!" said a gruff voice.
There, Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure-white ferret, which was shivering on the stone-flagged floor, exactly where Malfoy had been standing. Moody started to walk towards the ferret, who gave a squeak and took off. Moody pointed his wand at the ferret again and it flew ten feet into the air, fell with a smack to the floor, and then bounced upward once more. Moody continued to bounce the ferret until Professor McGonagall came to break up the fight.
"Don't talk to me, I want to fix that in my mind forever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret." said Ron as the whole group laughed.
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On Thursday, the Gryffindors had Defense Against the Dark Arts. According to Lee Jordan and the Weasley twins, his class was great. Apparently all the Gryffindors heard of Moody's greatness, so they were all eager for Thursday. At their D.A.D.A lesson, Moody performed the three Unforgivable Curses in front of everyone.
"There's a reason those curses are unforgivable." said Hermione as they stepped out of the classroom with the rest of the class. "It's-Neville? Are you alright?"
They had come across Neville, who was staring outside a window. Professor Moody came and invited Neville for tea.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Chloe, Kendall, Zoe, and Mia all went down to the Great Hall for dinner. once again, Hermione ate really fast and ran to the library. The rest of the group planned to work on their Divination homework.
The girls went up early because the boys were taking a long time with their dinner.
"I have NO idea what any of this means." said Kendall looking at her copy of Unfogging the Future.
"Make it up." said Chloe. "That's what we're doing."
So they spent half an hour making up different things when one planet would combine with another one. Finally, the boys showed up.
"Where've you been?" asked Ron.
"Up here." said Zoe. "We finished our homework without you guys."
"Good luck, you're going to need it." said Mia.
"What?" said Harry.
"If you want this to be easy," said Chloe.
"Make it all up, that's what we did." said Kendall. "You know her, just say a bunch of horrible stuff that'll happen to you and she'll love it."
After that, all the girls went up to bed.
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The next morning, Chloe woke up earlier than everyone else. So she got dressed and went down for an early breakfast when she saw Harry writing a letter by the fire.
"Who are you writing to?" asked Chloe. "Not to be nosy or anything."
"Oh, no you're not." replied Harry, looking around for people coming down, but there was no one. "I'm writing a letter to Sirius. I told him about a dream that I had during the summer and now he's coming back north. I don't want him to get chucked back in Azkaban because of me and that stupid dream that I had."
It took all of Chloe's willpower not to tell Harry she already knew what he was talking about. "I'm sure Sirius will be well hidden if he comes back here." she said reassuringly.
"What'cha got there?" asked Kendall ripping the letter out of Harry's hand. She apparently came down for an early breakfast, too.
Kendall read the letter, laughed, and gave it back to Harry. "Is this because of that dream you had during the summer? And your scar hurting? Do you seriously think he'll be persuaded by that?" she laughed again.
"Hang on, how do you know about my scar hurting and the dream I had? I only just told Chloe." said Harry.
"Uhh...I overheard you guys." she said.
"But-" started Harry.
"Wow! Was that my stomach? I better go and eat! Are you guys coming, too?" said Kendall, trying to change the subject.
"Oh, yes, I am coming as well." said Chloe, following Kendall out the portrait. "Are you coming, Harry?"
Harry stared into the fire, looking confused. 'Uhh...no, you guys go ahead."
So both girls left the common room.
"You almost blew the cover story!" said Mia outraged in the Great Hall a few hours later after Chloe filled them in on what happened that morning.
"What? The 'we-didn't-know-you-were-book-characters' cover-up story? I thought we just needed to talk about something." said Kendall, putting more raspberry jelly on her toast.
"Kendall, you need to be careful." said Zoe. "Let anything slip out and something bad'll happen."
"What could happen?" said Kendall. "We help the Order know You-Know-Who's secret to stay immortal? They defeat You-Know-Who earlier than Harry's 7th year? Something worse than that?"
"I don't know! But I don't want to find out!" hissed Zoe.
"C'mon, we'll be late for class." said Chloe.
In D.A.D.A that day, Professor Moody performed the Imperius Curse on each one of them.
"But sir," said Hermione, "you said the curse was illegal."
"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like." replied Moody.
"I wonder if Dumbledore really wants us to be taught what an Unforgivable Curse is like." wondered Kendall. "Of course, what am I thinking! This isn't the real Mad-Eye Moody! Maybe I could tell Dumbledore this isn't the real Moody, then...no...I can't. That would 'blow our cover'. Pfftt. Whatever." She mentally rolled her eyes and returned back to the class. She saw that Harry was trying to fight off the curse.
The rest of the day was quite boring. Professor McGonagall told them all that OWLS were coming up very soon, so that's why they were having so much homework. Malfoy disobeyed Hagrid again and Hagrid threatened to turn Malfoy into a ferret like Professor Moody. Professor Binns, the History of Magic ghost teacher, had them writing weekly essays on the goblin rebellions of the 18th century. Professor Snape was forcing them to research antidotes. They took this one seriously, because he hinted he might be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked. Professor Flitwick had asked them to read three extra books in preparation for their lesson on Summoning Charms.
When the group was returning to the entrance hall, they found themselves unable to proceed owning to a large crowd of students gathered around a large sign. Ron, the tallest of the group read the sign.
TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT
THE DELEGATIONS FROM BEAUXBATONS AND
DURMSTRANG WILL BE ARRIVING AT 6 O'CLOCK
ON FRIDAY THE 30th OF OCTOBER. LESSONS WILL
END HALF AN HOUR EARLY.
STUDENTS WILL RETURN THEIR BAGS AND BOOKS
TO THEIR DORMITORIES AND ASSEMBLE IN FRONT
OF THE CASTLE TO GREET OUR GUESTS BEFORE
THE WELCOMING FEAST.
"Brilliant!" said Harry. "It's Potions last thing on Friday! Snape won't have time to poison us at all!"
"Only one week away!" said Ajax who caught up with everyone. She just came from History of Magic.
"I wonder if Cedric knows..." said Ernie Macmillian from Hufflepuff. "I'll go and tell him."
"Cedric?" asked Ron.
"Diggory," said Harry. "He must be entering the tournament."
"That idiot, Hogwarts champion?" said Ron as the group pushed their way through the chattering crowd toward the staircase (Ajax, of course, went down to the Dungeons with the Slytherins).
"He's not an idiot. You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindor at Quidditch." said Hermione. "I've heard..."
But the girls didn't hear anymore. They were arguing about what Kendall was thinking during Defense that day.
"We should at least mention to Dumbledore-" started Kendall.
"Why do I have to keep saying this to you?" said Zoe furious. "We. Shouldn't. Tell. Dumbledore. Anything!"
"But this guy performed the Imperius Curse on us in Defense, don't you remember?" said Kendall. "He even said the curse was illegal. We should drop a hint that Dumbledore should check him!"
"No we shouldn't!" said Zoe, who was red in the face.
"But we're protecting Barty Crouch Sr.!" said Kendall.
"Okay, I'm done talking about this." said Zoe pinching the bridge of her nose. "You have to-"
"Swear to it." said Chloe, very Helena Bonham Carter-ish, playing the role of Bellatrix.
"Make the Unbreakable Vow." said Mia, following Chloe's lead.
So they agreed. After dark, Zoe and Kendall would make the Unbreakable Vow not to tell anyone about them being book characters in the Gryffindor common room.
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The week of the foreign students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang coming to Hogwarts was nothing but chaos. Everything was being cleaned at least three times each. Mr Filtch was behaving ferociously to any students who forgot to wipe their shoes and tracked mud all over the castle. The teachers were acting weird too. Professor McGonagall told Neville not to tell anyone from Durmstrang that he couldn't do a simple switching spell after he accidentally switched his own ears onto a cactus.
When the group went down for breakfast the 30th of October, they found that the Great Hall had been decorated overnight. Emormus silk banners hung from the walls each representing a Hogwarts House: red with a gold lion for Gryffindor (rawr!), blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw (caw!), green with a silver serpent for Slytherin (hiss!), and yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff (find!). Behind the teacher's table, the largest of all banners bore the Hogwarts coat of arms: lion, eagle, badger, and snake united around a large letter H.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Zoe, Chloe, Mia, and Kendall sat down near Fred and George at the Gryffindor table. Sienna was still mad at Fred, so she sat with Lavender Brown.
"It's a bummer all right," George was saying gloomily to Fred. "But if he won't talk to us in person, we'll have to send him the letter after all. Or we'll stuff it into his hand. He can't advoid us forever."
"Who'a avoiding you?" asked Ron sitting down next to George.
"Wish you would," said Fred looking irritated at the interruption.
"What's a bummer?" asked Ron again.
"Having a nosy git like you for a brother," said George.
"You two have any ideas on the Triwizard Tournament yet?" Harry asked. "Thought any more about trying to compete?"
"I asked McGonagall how the champions are chosen but she wasn't telling," said George bitterly.
Fred looked at Sienna sadly, who was walking past where they sat.
"Is she still ignoring me?" he asked Mia.
"I guess." she repiled. "I don't share a dorm with her. You could ask Zoe or Kendall."
Fred scooted down to the very end of the table where Zoe and Kendall were discussing sock purses.
"Is she still avoiding me?" asked Fred desperately.
"Who?" asked Kendall.
"Sienna?" asked Zoe and Fred nodded his head. "Yeah." and Fred sighed.
*This is a stupid place to end this chapter, but you guys have waited long enough. So sorry for the delay. I've been helping my mom with school stuff and we've been to thrift stores countless amounts of time. I've also been trying to get onto Pottermore and finally got a beta spot! My username is batseeker16 if you find me wondering around in October! =) Hope ya'll are enjoying the last few days of summer!*
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