Fia stepped inside the only part of the ceremony "the press" was allowed to see. First thing, she seemed to be the only one here. Second, she didn't like being the only one here. Third, she looked around taking notice to all the different members that seemed to be around. If only she could talk to at least one person. She had to get a story for those who could not witness what was going on during this time and the school wanted to know. She sighed rather loudly wondering how to get the attention of anyone and there was only one way.

"Yoohoo!" She waved her hand to anyone who seemed to want to come and talk to her.

She wished that her son had been chosen as the Hogwars champion but Egypt Greenwood was still happy to be there to interview the champions regardless. And secretly she was glad Diggy hadn't been chosen she was too panicky to know that her son was risking his life in those challenges. She walked into the press area wearing her Daily Prophet badge and carring her DP bag. Her high heels clicked and clacked across the floor. She smiled thinking of all her children romping and playing around Hogwarts. She was lost in her own little world waiting for the champions to arrive.

Nathan sauntered casually into the press conference area, spying his little wife sitting there patiently waiting for the student champions to arrive. There was only one other person in the room – a young female student whom Nathan sent a polite nod towards. He slid into the seat next to Egypt. “Hello my love.” He mumbled in his lazy Nathany way of speaking, planting a quick peck on her soft cheek while there was no one else around.

It was wonderful to be involved in all this, although Nate wasn't quite sure why he had been invited. He wasn't a photographer and he certainly wasn't a journalist.. maybe it was purely to soak up the atmosphere, which he was. His layouts would be all the better having been here.

It was also rather strange knowing that Dillon was somewhere within the walls of this building and it was unlikely that they would get to see him. Nathan knew the thought would be nagging at the back of Egypt's mind the whole time they were here. They were here for business reasons. It was sad.

“You think these poor kids will have to go up against dragons?” Nathan smirked slightly. It would be scary for the students, yes, but he would LOVE to witness it. Nathan had a small obsession with the magnificent creatures.

OH! Older people arriving? Daily Prophet maybe? It had to be. Fia slowly moved closer to see just what the two adults were speaking of. Obviously they knew each other by the way they spoke to one another and...she knew the answer to that question just from Miles.

"Actually, there are going to be dragons," she spoke as if she knew everything already. "My boyfriend was speaking of them the other day." Actually, Miles was her fiancée but at this moment, she didn't want to confuse the adults even more.

Upon paving his way into the rather cozy, uncrowded conference room, Cedric flicked his dark brown eyes, darted his gaze about, and gradually contemplated the whole room. There were some people in the place. He recognized the two Daily Prophet peeps as he'd seen them just a while back at the reception area and the girl who must be of his age. He would have sworn he'd seen her before. A lot. From classes... to their common room. Ah, she's a Huffie as well! And looked like they were Quill colleagues, too.

"Hi," he spoke, greeting everyone in general but his eyes were fixed at the girl. Surely, in just a matter of time, the room would be dense and congested once the other people--the throng flood over into it. And them, the press people, would be able to jump-start the picture-taking, question-asking which he actually hankered. Photographing all the pretty girls was indeed something to look forward to while torturing the male champions would just serve as a fringe benefit.

She hadn't noticed her husband walking in and sitting next to her and that was saying something. "Oh Nathan," she giggled as his lips brushed against her cheek. "What are you doing here?" he hadn't told her he was coming to Hogwarts.

She really wanted to see her son but she just knew that wasn't going to happen. And plus she would only embarass him by smothering him with hugs and kisses, but still she was his mother. "Do you think we can see Diggy?" she asked Nathan. It was worth a shot after all. Though she was excited that she was picked to interview the champions. The Triwizard Tournament didn't come around that often and when it did it was a big deal.

She turned to look at her husband at his question, "Oh they can't expect children to go up against a dragon!" she cried. "They could get hurt," she said very motherly. She didn't want to see anyone getting hurt and she knew that if any of their mothers had a say in this none of them would be competeing. "This is why I didn't want Diggy to put his name in," she told Nathan wagging her finget at him becuase he encouraged Diggy to sign up.



Egypt looked up when a young girl sat next to them. She smiled at her. "You're boyfriend?" she asked with a raised eyebrow and a twinkle in her eye. Of course she knew girls dated long before their parents wanted them too but it still amazed her how young they started. "Which one is your boyfriend?" maybe she could add her into the article.

She smiled at the younger boy as he entered and spoke to everyone. "Hello," she called out to him.

Aww.. and still Egypt's youthful little giggle made Nathan smile. “I got an OWL asking me to attend at the last minute. I must say I'm rather honoured. These Triwizard things are a big deal.” He looked towards the front of the room. The school was being very accommodating of the press.

Egypt's question was expected Nathan supposed and he sighed sadly, looking back at her apologetically. “I doubt it. They were only allowing champions, staff and press in the reception area. I don't think there'll be the opportunity.” He reached out for her hand. “Did he know you were coming here today, love?”

Ep.. he hadn't meant to distress Egypt with his question. He was about to speak when the young lady piped up, confirming his suspicions. Wow. Real dragons in Hogwarts. He smiled at the girl, green eyes glinting with boyish mirth despite Egypt's slight panic beside him. “Do you happen to know if press will receive an invite to the main events?” He asked her. Because the small child that he still was wanted to see those dragons!

He focused back on Egypt, chuckling as she wagged her finger at him.. “It'll all be very well supervised.” He assured her. “I'm sure the staff here know what they're doing." But he had to agree he was pleased Diggy hadn't been selected. Nate might have encouraged him a little too much to do so.


Hearing another voice, he looked away from the two ladies to see a young lad who looked about his half brother's age. “Hello, mate.” He greeted him. Was he another champion? There were so many, Nathan was a bit lost as to who was who..

Egypt smiled. "I was rather surprised I got the invitation as well. I think Ian thinks I'm rather soft and he keeps me from the tough assignments." she said. Speaking aloud the feelings she had been keeping quiet about for the past few months.

She gathered she wouldn't be able to see her son, but still her face fell. She couldn't help it, but having Nathan there was a added surprise that helped to keep her from dissolving into tears. She would see Diggy at Christmas after all.

She squeezed her husband's hand as they sat. "I sent him an owl yesterday telling him that I would be here. And I sent him a care package," she told him. "Do you know why he asked for shaving cream?" she had no idea what he cold possible be doing with that other than getting into some sort of trouble. And she was going to let Nathan deal with this one if there was trouble brewing. "Oh and I suppose when that dratted dragon burned down the pool house everything was well supervised hmmm," she teased with a slight lift of her eyebrow. Though she was excited at the idea of getting to see some of the action. Glad that she wouldn't be watching her son competing. She would never tell him that. Sometimes Diggy took things a tad too hard and she hated to upset him.


She wondered if any other press was going to be here. "Are you two from the Hogwarts paper?" she asked the boy and the girl

Miles looked back at Tate hesitantly and then forcefully put one foot in front of the other toward the pack of hungry hyenas that were the press. Swallowing deeply he stepped to the interview area feeling like he had a big target on his back being the first champion to come over. Sticking his hands deep in his pocket where his wand now rested he swallowed and waited patiently, his eyes scanning the group and a grin coming to his face as he spotted Fia there. That's what he'd do he'd keep his eyes on Fia cause she made him feel sane.

Monique grinned as the Hogwarts' Headmaster announced that it was time to mingle with the press. Finally! Something that she was entirely confident about. With a bright smile she walked into the press conference area and waited for the picture-snapping to begin.

Walking into the room, Kenzie has her bag over one arm and the tripod in the other hand. Moving off to one side, she resets up everything, this time setting the camera ontop of the tripod.

Looking around she smiles quietly at all those in the room already, spotting Egypt and Nathan nearby, she walks over to them. As much as she loved being there, she couldn't wait to get out of those robes however. They were still driving her nuts...

"Hello, Egypt." smiling at her she looks around again.

Her wand was done for...purification? What had that meant?

Either way, the Hogwarts Headmaster spoke up, and since she didn't have to stay over there with the people with their wands, Danika walked towards the pointed place by Tate.

As she waited to be addressed she spared a big smile for Cedric, and then a regular one for the non-important ones.

All right now the party can start now that Fletcher had walked in. Rubbing his hands together and grinning broadly, the boy strutted into the room and took a proud look around. Were there going to be refreshments here? Cuz there should be. He loved refreshments.

He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops and flashed a smile at any important-looking photographer or journalist or whomever was nearby. Yepppp he was ready for autographs and more photos. Bring it on, baby.

After having his wand checked and approved, Nikolai placed it back in it's holster and strolled his way over to where the press conference was to take place. It was time for the fun part to begin. The part where people talk about important things. Important things like him.

Were the journalists even looking in his direction?

No?

Well, they should be.

*grin*

Divination? Really. Raiden's wand was still in his hand, and the prefect was staring at it doubtfully as he followed the others toward the, er... press.

...cameras should have been made illegal.

Eyes flicked up from his hand, and he stared at the reporter people, and the ones toting cameras around. There was a certain level of relief in his expression that not even their presence could force out of him. His wand was working just fine, according to the woman, and that was all that mattered. Less chance of getting caught up in something and not being able to handle it, then.

With practised movements, he placed the wand back in his wrist holster and moved to stand near Miles. Felt safer that way, yes indeed. Especially with the grinning Glitterpuff and the obviously excited Durmstrang guys about.

"Alright there, Miles?" he asked quietly, nudging the guy's arm.

Miles sat staring at Fia with a smirk on his face as several thoughts crossed his mind. How beautiful she was...how much he loved her.... He felt a lot better now that was for sure. He was so focused that he didn't notice anyone walk over to him until he felt someone nudging him.

"Huh? What?" He asked quickly, reluctantly pulling his gaze from Fia to look at Raiden. "Yeah I'm great." Now. His eyes went back to Fia and he smiled again as he watched her. "I think I'm the luckiest guy in this school..." he said quietly as his smile widened. Shaking his head he looked at Raiden that same smile still on his face now that his mood had lightened, "How are you?"

Wand back in her own hands, she twirled it twice slowly before placing it back in her wrist holster. Now, it was press time.

Strolling over to the press area, she glanced at the other champions, amused by a few and not surprised by the others. Her hazel eyes settled on the press. A small smile creeping on her face as she waited for the pictures and questions.

Popping a cherry in her mouth, Maya sneaked off towards the Press area, keeping her eyes on those children with their cameras and mouths... you know, to interview. So far, it seemed everything was in order - the Champions looking like their head had imploded and gotten twice as big - and the other adults with their cameras and mouths.

Well... the clock was ticking and soon this hooplah would be over!
And then adios amigos.

Time for the press! And, whatever else they were doing in this room he supposed.

Having glanced back to his friends and other champions still getting their wands checked before entering the room, Noel smiled and nodded at a few people as he passed, placing his own wand back into it's holster.

Aw oui, there was...the cameras. Il était bon that he took the moments to make himself extra presentable then that morning.

"Heyyy!" It was about time that someone showed up who was within the Quill. "I hope you are...a photographer?" Couldn't be a journalist unless Mr. Masterson hired some new people and she didn't know. Either way, she needed to get to know her Quill folks and soon...ish.

Fia's green eyes looked back at the really pretty lady as she spoke, asking who her boyfriend was. And almost like clockwork, Miles walked up and seemed to be rather quiet and reserved. That wasn't good. "This is my boyfriend," she spoke to keep things uncomplicated by introducing Miles as her boyfriend and not fiancée. "Miles, these are..." she paused as she had yet to introduce herself at all to the new people. She turned, smiled at the two older peeps and said/asked, "I'm sorry, I didn't ask but are you from the Daily Prophet?"

About that time all the other Champions began to arrive at an almost overwhelming rate of speed. Now it was time to turn on the charm and go to work as she would let Miles speak to those adult people and she would run about talking to others she had yet to speak too.

Fia got out her notebook from her back pocket and her quill from behind her ear. It was time to work, asking as many questions as she could. "Excuse me," she spoke as she walked right up to the group, ready for her first question.

"This is to all the Champions, my first question is, what inspired each and every one of you to place your names in the Goblet of Fire?" She hoped each one would answer, but those that didn't, she would catch them on another round. Her notepad was flipped and ready while her quill was aimed towards the parchment, ready to begin writing whatever was said.

What did this girl mean with "to all the Champions"? The responses would be much more nicer if her questions were more personalized, no?

Inspire? There was no inspiration whatsoever. Durmstrang always took a challenge, no matter how hard it was. There was a smirk on her face, "There is no greater inspiration than representing your school. Show the others the vest ve have." and possibly gain Zitnik's approval. Mostly the approval. And doing the best in the name of Durmstrang.

Oh, Master Zitnik where you at?

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Fia got out her notebook from her back pocket and her quill from behind her ear. It was time to work, asking as many questions as she could. "Excuse me," she spoke as she walked right up to the group, ready for her first question.

"This is to all the Champions, my first question is, what inspired each and every one of you to place your names in the Goblet of Fire?" She hoped each one would answer, but those that didn't, she would catch them on another round. Her notepad was flipped and ready while her quill was aimed towards the parchment, ready to begin writing whatever was said.

Dark brown eyes still roaming around the room, Fletcher was waiting for someone important to catch his attention and/or snap a few candids of him... when a lovely lady journalist popped up right in front of him. The boy grinned -- now this was more like it! A pretty reporter! And she looked to be about his age too!

"Well," he stated importantly, "like Danika said, we all hope to bring honor, glory, and the famed Triwizard Cup to our schools. But the tournament is more than that."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"It's about proving yourself as a wizard, and for me, as a man, because when I win the tournament, it will be obvious that my shot but thorough magical education has paid off. And," Fletcher added in a quieter tone, "I hear there's a great lump of galleons as a prize?"

Miles turned from Raiden with a smirk as he heard Fia speak to him and looked at the Daily Prophet people with a nod still not choosing to speak. If he didn't speak then they couldn't print him making a fool out of himself right?

He looked around and then swallowed as Fia asked a question for them all. Why id he put his name in...cause he was STUPID?! Or maybe insane...maybe that was it. He was insane and now he was regretting it. Instead he simply stood there with his hands in his pockets and looked around. His eyes turned to Fletcher as he spoke to Fia and his eyebrows drew down. He didn't really like how he was looking at Fia that was for sure.

Egpyt stood and smiled as the champions started to stream in. Didn't want to seem to be smooching with her husband when there was work to be done. That's not very professional now is it. She clipped her Daily Prophet badge to the lapel of her bright yellow blazer. The first champion in made a beeline for the girl they were speaking to about dragons. She held her hand out to both of them, "I'm terribly sorry. Where are my manners? Egypt Greenwood." she told both of them and she was going to ask them both a question when Kenzie walked in. "Hello Kenzie," she said happily. It seemed everyone was getting out of the office for this press conference. "Can we get individual shots of all the champions and then one group shot?" she asked sweetly. It never hurt with a photographer to tell them what you wanted. She hated getting yelled at by Ian when she would ask for different shots for her articles.

Now it seemed like all of the champions were assembled. At least it looked that way from her vantage point. She was easily the tiniest person in the room, which she always was unless she was with her children who were smaller than her. So all she could count were legs and there seemed to be enough in the room. Hmm, she just wasn't going to get the attention she needed and there was no point in asking the same question over and over again. She put her bag down and climbed up on the chair she had been sitting in. She leaned on Nathan's head for support as she wobbled on the fabric with her heels. "This question is for all the champions. What do your parents think about you entering such a dangerous competition?" she asked. She was a mother after all and she had been on pins and needles as she waited to hear if Diggy's name had come out of that goblet.