Alice stared at the blue fire and wondered how many students had already placed their names into the goblet. Her eyes sparkled as she thought of entering her name as well, but there was one problem and maybe to biggest. She wasn't of age, yet. She had just turned sixteen. Alice would love to have the glory the winner is going to gain...well if they survive. That, she contiplated the most. Someone could die in this tournament. Alice wasn't so sure if glory was better than life, anymore.

She shook her head. Nope, life was worth more than glory and that she had knew from experience. Alice smoothed her pleated uniform skirt and just stared into the flames. Who would be chosen from Hogwarts? Would it be someone from Slytherin? She really hoped it wasn't anyone from her house. Not out of malace, but because she would hate to lose one of them.

A shiver ran down her arms as she thought all of these ominous thoughts. One thing for sure, Alice hoped them all, even the foreigners, the best of luck.