Spectators: Enough Book Reading
I'm going to let this GoF-themed drabble stand on its own.
Enough Book Reading
Fleur would never be sure how it happened that she ended up sitting at the same table with Viktor and Cedric one morning. Later, she would know it was meant to be.
They were all presumably studying for the second task, but too tired to concentrate. They looked up at one another with uncertainty, always having been cordial but nothing beyond that.
"I'm from Lille," Fleur said. Where had that come from?"
Cedric and Viktor laughed. Fleur didn't even know Viktor was capable of laughter.
"I'm from Sofia," Viktor said.
"So that's where Durmstrang is?" Cedric asked.
Viktor paused. "I am not allowed to tell you where it is. But no. The same way Hogwarts is not in England, even though many students are English. Although it is different here... same Ministry of Magic. Many parts of Eastern and Northern Europe have come to share things over the years, such as the dragon reserve in Romania and Durmstrang."
Cedric nodded in understanding. "Well, I'm from Devon."
There was another silence.
"You play Quidditch like Viktor, don't you?" Fleur asked. "You are very popular."
"I wouldn't say I play Quidditch like Viktor," Cedric said. "I couldn't pull off a Wronski Feint, for one thing."
"Oh, I am sure you could," Viktor said. "Have you thought of playing professionally?"
"Sometimes. Mostly it's for fun."
"I am a terrible player," Fleur admitted.
"I'm sure that's not true," Cedric told her.
"But it is true."
"Well," Viktor said, "you cannot be the only Champion who cannot play Quidditch."
"I had not thought of it that way until now," Fleur told him.
Viktor stood up quickly. "Enough book reading. Fleur, you will learn how to play Quidditch. Cedric, you will pull off a Wronski Feint. Let's go."
It was not until that night that Fleur remembered she was supposed to compete against them, not play games with them.
On the bright side, she had finally made friends at Hogwarts.
Enough Book Reading
Fleur would never be sure how it happened that she ended up sitting at the same table with Viktor and Cedric one morning. Later, she would know it was meant to be.
They were all presumably studying for the second task, but too tired to concentrate. They looked up at one another with uncertainty, always having been cordial but nothing beyond that.
"I'm from Lille," Fleur said. Where had that come from?"
Cedric and Viktor laughed. Fleur didn't even know Viktor was capable of laughter.
"I'm from Sofia," Viktor said.
"So that's where Durmstrang is?" Cedric asked.
Viktor paused. "I am not allowed to tell you where it is. But no. The same way Hogwarts is not in England, even though many students are English. Although it is different here... same Ministry of Magic. Many parts of Eastern and Northern Europe have come to share things over the years, such as the dragon reserve in Romania and Durmstrang."
Cedric nodded in understanding. "Well, I'm from Devon."
There was another silence.
"You play Quidditch like Viktor, don't you?" Fleur asked. "You are very popular."
"I wouldn't say I play Quidditch like Viktor," Cedric said. "I couldn't pull off a Wronski Feint, for one thing."
"Oh, I am sure you could," Viktor said. "Have you thought of playing professionally?"
"Sometimes. Mostly it's for fun."
"I am a terrible player," Fleur admitted.
"I'm sure that's not true," Cedric told her.
"But it is true."
"Well," Viktor said, "you cannot be the only Champion who cannot play Quidditch."
"I had not thought of it that way until now," Fleur told him.
Viktor stood up quickly. "Enough book reading. Fleur, you will learn how to play Quidditch. Cedric, you will pull off a Wronski Feint. Let's go."
It was not until that night that Fleur remembered she was supposed to compete against them, not play games with them.
On the bright side, she had finally made friends at Hogwarts.