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Originally Posted by
Gryffindorgurl
"What do you mean, what I vanted?" Amber fake-glared, purposely mocking his thick accent. "I was just showing you that people like me can do the same exact things you can. Except you made an extreme effort to get everyone's attention and were expecting them to fall to their knees and beg for an autograph." Amber really wanted to go back to her seat and be bored again, but this was turning out to be a lot of fun.
Erm, yes.
This girl was either mocking him, or she really spoke like that. Nikolai raised an eyebrow before realizing she was mocking him. He doubted she would like to be mocked, with the funny way she was talking, but, since he was a
gentleman, he would do none of the sort.
"I knoe you vere looking at me, so I vould call you over." he said with a grin. It worked, so she could stop playing the 'I didn't want to come over' act. She
did come over, didn't she?
"Ahh, I see. I guess you can say that my extreme effort vorked, correct? I received your attention." he winked. She would be asking for an autograph soon.
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Originally Posted by
Mrs. Weasley
Sidney quickly puts her wand back in its holster. She serious considers the Drumstrung's boy suggestion- I've really got to find out what this guys name is.- the only problem is Hufflepuffs don't run away from trouble particularly when they're the one to cause it. Okay one look at the Drumstrung headmaster convinced me he's the type of person to use the stunner spell first and ask questions later. I imagine his stunner will hurt a lot worse than the ones I've received in DADA class. Before Sidney can answer the boy or get his name, the Gryffindor student breaks out in a tirade about the Drumstrung boy. What is going on here?
The little girl put her wand away, which was good for the little girl herself. She looked like the type of kid that would do more damage to herself, rather than the person she was aiming for. Ignoring Headmaster Zitnik and the older girl, Nikolai leaned in to talk to the girl,
"So. Avout this picture." He was waiting.
SPOILER!!: Headmaster Tate
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Originally Posted by
Cassirin
"Attention!" Tate approached the Goblet, stepping easily over the Age Line. He was over 17 for reals. "The time has come for the Goblet to share all of it's secrets with us."
He picked up the cup and held it over his head, as if wielding a sword. "Eyes on me, and we'll begin." Tate set the cup back on the dais, watching as the flame burst high, sparkling dark flames. One by one, slips of paper flew from the Goblet of Fire, and Tate caught each in turn and read it out loud.
"Brielle Lambert, Beauxbatons."
"Danika Malik, Durmstrang."
"Raiden Kururugi, Hogwarts."
"Aleksandra Miroslav, Durmstrang."
"Miles Vorkosigan, Hogwarts."
"Noel Laurent, Beauxbatons."
"Monique Bernard, Beauxbatons."
"Vladimir Petrov, Durmstrang."
"Duncan Fletcher, Hogwarts."
"Nikolai Ognian, Durmstrang."
"Jermaine Rousseau, Beauxbatons."
"Cameron Caddock, Hogwarts."
Hearing a booming voice through the Hall, Nikolai stood up straight, and looking over all the Hogvartians heads, found the source. Headmaster Tatortot, as he was called by many people, was at the Goblet and about to pick the champions. A grin spread across his face as one by one the names were read; Danika being the first called from Durmstrang. He'd have to find her later and congratulate her. Along with Sandra and Vlad.
And the Headmaster saved the best for last, didn't he? Nik didn't mind being called last, it just built his suspense up that much more. Not that he had any doubts about not being picked. He was Nikolai, he was ready for this, now he was going to win this. Still grinning, he glanced towards the older girl he was standing with.
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Gryffindorgurl
Amber watched as the Headmaster read off the names of the Champions. She was squeezing her fists so tightly that she was sure she'd left marks. Not me, not me, oh PLEASE not me! She recited these words over and over inside her head, until finally the Headmaster had finished speaking. She felt as if the largest wave of relief had swept over her and knocked her off her feet. She hadn't been picked... SHE WASN'T A CHAMPION! Amber cheered and clapped along with everyone else in the room, turning to Nikolai.
"Well, congrats Onion. I'm sure you'll be a great champion. Hehe, onion." She GIGGLE!snorted as she said the word onion. Ha, his last name sounded like onion. She'd be using that one for a loooooong time.

She looked over and saw the Slytherin prefect, Raiden... hyperventilating? Wait, was that the same Raiden she'd had a crush on all through 6th year? No way! It totally wasn't... was it?
Who was calling him Onion.
Onion. She knew his nickname? He really hoped Vlad wasn't going around telling people, not that he cared or anything. It was a name to be proud of. He just didn't know why the girl was giggling over it.
"Thank you." he said, after she gave her congratulations,
"I am quite sorry you vere not picked. Vy the vay, I didn't get your name." She knew his, the least she could do was give hers.