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Aurora Barrington
Ravenclaw Third Year
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Teagan Kensington
Slytherin Sixth Year
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Nico Diggory-Keighley
Hufflepuff Second Year
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Simone Wild
Slytherin Seventh Year
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Noa LeCourt
Gryffindor Fifth Year  x5  x3
|  baha inserting Grayson back in (and letting her collect the last of the four xD) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
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Originally Posted by Steelsheen  "Pleased to meet you Haughtine!"Salander greeted the young girl back. He nodded when Grayson answered who have dropped their names into the Goblet. "Just thought I'd give it a try... you know like the lottery." he grinned. Deep down he knew he hadn't a snowball's chance in hell of getting selected, but that hasnt stopped him from trying his luck, given that a billion people never quit playing the lottery either.
He fell silent as his attention focused on Headmaster Tate entering the Age Line. He leaned over to the two girls without taking his eyes off the Headmaster "I think theres gonna be an announcement..."
Salander clapped vigorously upon recognizing the name of the Slytherin Prefect and whistled loudly in celebration. Yeah, familiarizing himself with the Common Room looks to be paying off as he now recognizes the name that should go with the face. He continued to clap with each name being called out of the Goblet, until he heard this...
... and Salander's hands freezes mid-clap as his eyes grew large. Did he hear that right? Firewhiskey Fletcher? The GlitterPuff selected as a Hogwarts Champion? He blinked several times as he slowly resumed clapping, then started to laugh. Now he really had a reason to badger the Badger for that drink. It was certainly unexpected, as Salander didnt notice any shiny badges on Fletcher when he was talking to him, unlike the other Hogwarts Champions. It was part of the reason why Salander never thought twice of annoying approaching him.
As he looked upon the 3 Hogwarts Champions that have converged and being congratulated by well wishers, he scanned the crowd for that familiar face. Where was the GlitterPuff? "Anybody seen Fletcher?" he wondered aloud. Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Fletcher just happened to come strolling out of the kitchens, chomping on a thick turkey sandwich with one hand, when lo and behold, what did he see in the Great Hall?
Nothing, really, because it was too jam-packed with students for him to be able to see. There was obviously some applauding and cheering going on, and Fletcher could see a few Prefects scattered toward the center of the group, but he was really otherwise clueless to what the Goblet of Fire had just announced.
Huh. The boy shrugged and was about to head outside to enjoy his sandwich in peace when he spotted The Great Interrupter..... ie, Salander Whateverhisnamewas.
"Yeah whutttttt?" Fletcher called out through a mouthful of turkey. "Scwhutsgoinon?" He lazily wandered over to Salander and leaned an elbow on his shoulder, peering over shorter students' heads to see. "Ish that Tatertot oberderr?" Quote:
Originally Posted by Steelsheen And whadaya know, guess who decided to join the party....
Salander turns to his sandwhich chomping friend, clasping his hands behind his back and smirks "Tatertot just announced the Champions for the Tri Wizard Tournament... he said as his eyes slid towards the group of Prefects and foreign students ...."and guess who got chosen from the House of Hufflepuff?" he pauses, raising his brows as he looked squarely at Fletcher.
He gives a great big laugh and claps his friend gamely on the back. "Congratulations Champ! Now you really owe me that drink!" Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Fletcher just about choked on his sandwich. For the love of Merlin, Great Interrupter, ya just don't clap your friend on a back in the middle of swallowing a thick turkey sandwich! That kid needed to learn the Heimlich.
"I... I'm wwhuhut?" Fletcher dropped the rest of his half-eaten sandwich right onto the floor. Well he could always get that later, right? "Are you serious? C'mon man."
He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "I'll buy you a drink if I win. IF YOU'RE NOT JOKING."
"The lottery's always something to try out," Grayson commented, as Salander had taken up her discussion of who'd submitted their name for the tournament. Money was always good, and there was always the chance of becoming known, getting even momentary fame. Granted, the tournament wasn't exactly the lottery, as you didn't actually win by getting selected. It was kind of more like you got selected, then went into a second lottery. But then she nodded as Salander pointed out the Headmaster's arrival. definitely looked like an announcement, and she had a moment of wishing she was back at her perch on the railing, but at least Tate was tall. So she could still sort of see him over the crowd. And she could definitely hear him.
As the names were listed off, her smile grew as she realized she'd gotten her wish that she'd know the Hogwarts champions, and she clapped politely for the names of the visiting students. They didn't get her half as excited, 'cause of the two she'd met, she really only had liked Noel. And she was still going to cheer on Hogwarts anyway, so it would be weird to get too excited over anyone else. Although, she really only knew three of the Hogwarts champions, and even then not very well. She knew Cameron, but only knew Miles as one of the Ravie prefects. And Raiden as the person she thought saw her just as a troublemaker and thought fireworks were bad.
But she craned her neck as their trio was joined by someone else, who obviously was speaking with their mouth full, and was about to say something about what Tate had just done when Salander had spoken. Her green eyes widened at what he'd said. Champ?. Sandwich boy must be the fourth, and as their conversation continued, she'd kept looking back and forth between the two boys. With a slight detour as the sandwich hit the floor. "Um, you . . .," she started to say, before she trailed off as she decided he didn't need to be told he'd dropped food on the floor. There was better things to get involved with. Like helping answer questions. "He's not joking." She may have never met him, but enough had been said for her to definitively say that Salander hadn't been joking. Except for maybe the drink part, but something told her that wasn't a joke either.
And even then that was irrelevant, and she just listened as they spoke of dying and not dying. "I don't think Tate'll let anyone die. Not intentionally," she said seriously. Nobody had died during the actual tasks in recent history, that she knew of. Other than Cedric, and he hadn't died 'cause of the tournament. And she was fully convinced anyone who had died from the tasks was because they'd done something stupid.
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