The last task? Eh well she might as well be here then hadn't she? Besides there was nothing much else to do that day and well, might as well show just the teeniest bit of school pride. Especially seeing as there was a Slytherin and she was oh so house Proud.

The Blonde swiftly made her way up the middle of the stands taking a seat in the very centre. Huh? Where WAS everyone? Trixie's eyes scanned around the empty seat and she shrugged. Now what boring delights were they staring at today instead of playing Quidditch? Her eyes drifted down to the stadium. Um pretty much nothing was the answer to that. Some snow. And a wall. And some hedges. Well lets just hope that the Champions made it out alive really. That was it wasn't it? Didn't matter who won as long as they all survived.

Now just to wait.

*Sigh*

Jacob was so going to enjoy this, I mean He KNEW that What Vindictus said had slipped out accidentally, and he was positive Vindictus wasn't going to go around lying about Dragons and Giant Bee's.

And If there weren't Dragons, Giant Bees, or even regular Bees, Jacob will Explode, and there will be Jacob guts all over the Stand. and who's really willing to clean up Jacob guts off the stands?

Taking a seat, Jacob stared into the stadium for a few minutes before.

"OH COME ON!" he yelled into the maze. "Where Are The Giant Bees?!"

The People with the job of making these tasks had a weird maze fetish. The first task was a cave, which probably had maze-like twists and turns, The second was also a maze and now this. "How is this entertaining?! We cant see anything." he said angirly "Why not just let us sleep, or do something more Productive, and then announce the winners. It not like theres a point to have spectator if theres nothing to spectate" was spectate even a word? Jacob didn't Know nor did he care, he just wanted to see what was going on.

He came to SEE how good these Champions are, not just to be told how good they are.

So Unfair! Jacob Could be hibernating right now!

Woo hoo!!! The last and final task! Carter raced to the stands in his warmest robes and Gryffindor scarf. He was also holding some parchment and a quill. Yup, he was ready for this. Hogwarts had two champions, Durmstrang had none, and Beauxbatons had one. It was now not a matter of what school was winning, who was winning.

As soon as Raiden took the first steps towards the maze's entrance, the Flying professor brought his blue horn up to his lips and his cheeks puffed out.

VAAAAWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Vindictus didn't even bother cheering - his obnoxious vuvuzela did it for him and the sound it made was his way of saying GO RAI AND FLETCHER!

Hands up to his ears because Professor Vindictus had made (yes, Professor Vindictus) that horrifying noiseeee!

It was...well, normal.

Either way, here he was. Growing more nervous by the minute as he stood in the Stands, worrying about Fletcher. Yes, he was certain he wasn't going to die, but he was still nervous, mind you, he's only thirteen. Treyen, not Fletcher.

Amber was grinning as she sat down in her regular spot in the stands. This time she'd come prepared, like Brant had told her to. She'd brought her own blanket, a mug of hot chocolate (with marshmallows, no less), her huge 'Go Hogwarts!' sign, her pom-poms, an extra jacket, and last, but not least, a vuvuzela. Yes, she'd brought a vuvuzela. Those annoying things they always had at muggle soccer games, she'd gotten one! She was saving the vuvuzela for when the champions actually came out of the maze, so she got out her hot chocolate and took a sip. Mmm, yummy!

Amber giggled as she saw Professor Vindictus had a vuvuzela as well. Lucky, he'd gotten a blue one! But she liked her orange one all the same.

As soon as Josephina entered the stands, a horridly LOUD and OBNOXIOUS sound filled her ears. This is why, she recalled, she missed out on the second task. Her ears needed recovery from the noise in the stands during the first task. Not to mention it was FREEZING out . . . it was still cold, but not as cold as during the last task.

Bundled in a long black coat and a purple fuzzy scarf, her teeth clattered as she inched towards the flying professor. Her flying professor.

"Prof.." she began, still not quite adjusted to calling him by his first name. "Max! Must you use that loud instrument?! My ears feel like going to burst!"

Sadly, none of her friends had made it to the next task, but that didn't mean she couldn't come and watch the outcome, whatever it could be.

Who was she rooting for? Well, Fletcher made the top of the list simply because he'd helped her before, but truth be told, let the best one win. She had no particular inclinations. All the better, because she could only sit on the Stands and relax, enjoying the warm climate. Because this was rather warm for her, reason one for her not wearing her school woolen uniform. She'd die from the heat.

Her casual wear, however, had proven to be perfect for the weather, though, she was certain she'd have to wear her exercise ones when spring hits.

He clapped his hands over his ears as Professor Vindictus brought out one of those blasted vuvuzelas. Diggy swore they were made just to annoy him. He had to spend his entire summer listening to those infernal things. His little brothers loved muggle footie. And of course his dad was a huge fan. So the whole house was forced to watch that Foote Cup thing.

He found a seat as far away from Professor Vindictus as he could but leaving himself enough room to see the maze. He didn't want some tall person sitting down in front of him and making him stand for the whole task just so he could see.

He shook his head with a confused expression and pointed to his ears.

"CAN'T HEAR YOU. EARPLUGS!" Vindictus shouted.

He shot her a goofy grin and brought the vuvuzela back up to his lips.

VVVVVVAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Oh go figure! Of course he could use that LOUD instrument without any problems for his old ears. Earplugs. Brilliant man, Fina would never deny it. Even if he had no care for the others around him, he was still brilliant.

Nodding at him, she shook he head and pulled out her wand. Picking up two pebbles that were in the stand on the ground, she transfigured them into a pair of shiny PINK!earplugs. Plugging them into her ears she grinned cheesily at him before turning her attention back to the maze.

Sylvie appoarched the stands and winced a little. Yeah, she was definitely in the right place. Rumaging though her cloak, she pulled out a set of earplugs and secured them in her ears. She had finally learned her lesson. The Flying Professor was at it once again with his vuvuzela. After the last two tasks, she had come prepared for the noise. It wasn't as if she would really have to listen during the task. She was there to watch what she could see from the stands. It probably wouldn't be much, but she wanted to show as much school spirit for their champions as she could.

Making her way up the stands, she spotted a seat with a clear view. Again, it was time to watch and hope that no one came out of the task worst for the wear. The first task had really rocked her. The second, wasn't all that bad and she did sigh in relief when none of the champions appeared to be seriously hurt. Fletcher was more Mini!Fletcher but at least he wasn't bleeding. None of the champions looked as broken after the second task, so maybe the third wouldn't be all that terrible. At least, she hoped it wasn't as terrible as the first.

And before he knew it, they've moved on to the third task.

Salander climbed the stands for the third time, looking back at the circular maze that doesnt seem to offer anything else as to what's happening to the Champions. "Great, nothing to see again... maybe they should just put this on air so we could just listen to it in our warm common rooms... he muttered to himself. But deep down he knew that it was just the cold getting to him. This was the last task after all, his Prefect and his buddy have both made it to the final round as well as that one friend he made from the French delegates. So for all of his whining, the Slytherin lad would show up to support his friends come hell or high water.



As the lad walked the benches to find himself a seat, he heard the loudly obnoxious vuvuzela blaring just below him. He turned to see the Flying Professor, then smirked. The lad began to wonder.... well wouldnt hurt to ask would it? He bent low and tapped the Professor on the shoulder "Professor V!" he bellowed, making motions with his hand and pointing to the blaring trumpet "You got an extra of that?" Because what can be more fun than one annoying vuvuzela? How about two?

Lexi was all bundled up to the point that it was difficult to walk she had on so many blasted layers of clothing. Grimacing slightly she took a step up to get to a suitable spot. Sigh. The sound of Vindi's horn thingy mabob caused her to start a bit and instead of stepping on the next seat she fell down in between two rows of seats. "BLIMEY! Professor!!!! Someone!! Help me up!" she shouted as she tried to wriggle freeeeee. She was a small girl, but the clothing was giving her some issues. Help? Someone? Please!

Reading lips was a specialty and Vindictus nodded. He reached into a bag he had brought with him and pulled out a green vuvuzela along with a pair of earplugs.

"HERE YOU GO! MAKE SURE YOU'RE WEARING THESE," he shouted as he held the items out to Salander.

Once again Rae was nervous... Too nervous. She rarely showed any emotion though now her face had the slightest anxiety showing. She moved over to Salander where he had gotten one of those sound things... Well that might keep her mind off of what could happen.. Death.

In Rae's bag she stowed Fletcher's new cardigan. Yes she really did buy him one. She hadn't gotten around to getting herself a new jacket yet. But she can deal, she had his with her, that was good.

Rae turned to greet Salander.. "Hey.. Having fun?" He should be with THAT thing.

Ouch?

Someone had almost fallen on top of him! The real task was proving to be outside the maze, trying not to get squished in the Stands!

Thankfully, the girl didn't land on him, but next to him, "Are you alright?" he said, offering his hand to help her get up, "You have to move slowly, if you don't want to land near any Champion" because if she kept wriggling like that then she'd end up on the grounds, and probably injure a Champion.

He didn't mind if she injured the Beauxbatons one, or the Slytherin one, just as long as Fletcher's task didn't get interrupted by the girl.

Destiny didn't know what the point of the stands were. It wasn't like she could see or hear anything, but she was there nonetheless. She just had to support HER FAVORITE PREFECT IN THE ENTIRE WORLD, Raiden! He was totally going to win and whoever thought otherwise would be dealt with later.

Making her way to the stands, Omnioculars hanging from her neck and random bag of marshmallows in her hand, Destiny narrowed her eyes at everyone supporting the Hufflepuff. Pffft, like he was going to win! She wanted to tell them all that, but decided not to. She would just wait until Raiden won and then laugh in all the Hufflepuff supporters face. Poke them a few times, too. She would kick them in the shins as well, but even she thought that was going too far.

Making her way to a seat, she FROWNED when she saw..no, heard who she was sitting near. Professor Vinny and his stupid blue horn! Maybe she should rip it from his hands and clobber him over the head with it? Ehh, she didn't want to be expelled, but she did want that horn to go away! Quickly glancing out towards the hedges, a BRILLIANT idea hit her! She couldn't take the horn off the Professor, but she could try and clog it up. Make it hard for the thing to make noise.

Shifting in her seat, she stuck her hand in the bag of marshmallows, and inconspicuously as she could threw one in the direction of the Professor and his blue horn.

Mwaha!

Following Destiny, Evelyn had the most LARGEST frown and scowl on her face that was ever known to manwizard-kind.

Professor Vinny was already at the stands.

And how did she know? Because she could hear him all the way from the castle, THAT'S WHY! Decked out in Slytherin clothes, because obviously she was supporting Hogwarts for the tournament, or more specifically, SHE WAS TOTALLY SUPPORTING THE BEST SLYTHERIN PREFECT RAIDEEEEN!, Evelyn took her seat next to Destiny.

Scowling...and scowling some more with a slightly pained look on her face.

The noise. It hurt her ears. She was surprised her eardrums haven't burst yet. Having enough of that MONSTROUS TOY, the Slytherin whipped around in her seat and GLARED. Yes, she GLARED at the professo- What in the world? Destiny did nooot just do that. What? WHY!? Why would she do such a thing?

WITHOUT telling her best friend of her plans? It was brilliant! Snickering, Evelyn took one of the marshmallows from the bag...

And ate it. Vinny would probably be looking over here after that throw so she didn't want to look like she threw the first one. Which, she probably did. Her eating the marshmallow now and all.

Lexi reached one hand up for the third year to help her. Sigh. How embarrassing! Wait... REALLY? O_o Was he telling her to be careful so she didn't fall into the maze on a Champion. Giving a little PFFFT as she finally wriggled herself free from the deadly seats she frowned at the kid as she rubbed the side of her head.

"Yeah... wouln't want a champion to be hurt. Nevermind that fact that I just fell down and nearly broke my neck," she muttered as she decided to stay on the row she was at so as not to chance falling again. "Thanks," she said a bit louder as she scooted around the boy to the other side of him and plopped down. Too tired to walk. Meh.

Oh! She recognized the boy as soon as she saw him on the Stands. Salander, no? It was a good thing she'd decided to bring along his overcoat. And, no, she was not wearing it, it was neatly folded and placed inside a box.

It was a good thing she was seating somewhat close to the noisy Professor, the Flying one, otherwise she'd walked quite a bit to get to him.

"Salander" she smiled, as she got closer to the boy who belonged in Slytherin, "I vas hoping I vould find you" there was nod to the pretty dark read head as she gave him the box, which disappear almost instantly, the overcoat now in sight, "Thanc you, again, and sorry for the late delivery" yes, very sorry, it was so unlike her, "It now has an Impervius charm on it, just something extra" she said this so only Salander could hear, though, it wasn't such a difficult task, considering the people around him were wearing earplugs.

A powerful Impervius charm, mind you, was a way to thank him for lending her the overcoat and also something extra for keeping it so long.

It wouldn't vanish in a long time. She knew that. Excellent with Charms, they were.

Heeey, she was either a heavy one, or was pulling him down, either way, it was NOT an easy task to bring the girl up and out of the dark side of the benches.

What? Really? She was frowning at him? She was the one that fell! He should be frowning at her. Oh, wait, maybe he was? The boy shook his head, "Not any Champion...just Fletcher" he decided on saying, even if he'd mentioned every single of them (the only surviving three) in his previous comment.

Ah. That's why she was frowning? Because she didn't get the attention she deserved? Haha. Treyen couldn't help but smirk. "But you didn't, and that I'm glad didn't happen" he nodded, a small smile on his face this time. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" his tone was soft, because she sounded upset.

"I'm Treyen, by the way, Fletcher..." fanboy, "...supporter" another nod came to his golden-brown head.



And then his eyes spotted the most unusual behavior ever witnessed. Or ever witnessed in the Stands, that is.

The unusual behavior: bringing a bag of marshmallows when there's no fire around.

It so seemed that Treyen wasn't the only one who disliked the Professor's vuvuzela. But his eyes widened as he noticed the BEST thing since Fletcher's burning desk. Haha. He laughed. Because that was BRILLIANT! Well, if Chicken was trying to clog the vuvuzela, then it was a great idea, if she was just trying to annoy Vindictus, then it was...just an idea.

Maybe...maybe he should head over there...and ask for marshmallows? First, let's wait and see what she was really trying to do.

Lexi quriked an eyebrow at the boy as she continued to rub the side of her head. That had REALLY hurt but she had worse so it was no biggie. "Fletcher... I wanted to give him a hug when he was all little and stuff. He was too cute for words," she said with a little giggle.

Nodding her head she said, "True, I didn't fall and hurt anyone else and I didn't like die or anything so I guess that is good. I mean, it hurt, but it isn't serious. I have gotten worse playing quidditch... and I have gotten worse falling over my own feet." She gave a little embarrassed shrug and blushed slightly.

"Lovely to meet you, Treyen. I'm Lexi Denver. I was supporting Monique. But out the people left I think I might join you in rooting for Fletcher," she said with a grin. Yeah... Fletcher was a cute little kid!man. She was TOTALLY rooting for him now.

Huh, what? Er, yeah, Treyen never wanted to give Fletcher a hug, though. Must be a girl thing. He'd been preoccupied about whether or not he was going to be his awesome height again that he failed to notice how he looked. "I...yeah, perhaps" he had no idea, because he didn't think of Fletcher as...cute.

Then he nodded again, "That's what I meant, you're okay now, that's good" and she didn't kill Fletcher, which was awesome. "Quidditch? You play Quidditch?" like, he's never seen her on the Pitch, you know...but she was right, "True. Quidditch players tend to have worse injuries than those who fall around a lot" there was a tendency, there were exceptions, of course. And perhaps those who worked with dragons had worse injuries? No, the Quidditch people have.

"Lexi" he nodded, as he repeated the name, "Nice to meet you as well" he smiled, but..wait..she was supporting a foreigner? "Why were you supporting Monique?" why weren't you supporting a Hogwartian?

His smile widened. "Perfect!" she was rooting for Fletcher, this were going to be different kind of Stands compared to the last task, where he was surrounded by Raiden fans.