Prompt Post - Part Seven [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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I'll probably write this as only going over the main events and the Tasks, anyway, not a full fic.
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“So are they changing it or not?”
Wally rolled his eyes across from him, but he had an amused smile on as he continued piling food into his empty plate. He was already on his fourth serving, and the kids of the Hufflepuff table were trying not to stare, and failing. Most of the school was failing, actually.
The Hogwarts kids had been giving them the same interest as the other two schools, but the Beauxbatons students kept shooting them dirty looks, and the Durmstrang kids thought they were the only ones who knew North Germanic languages. Conner was keeping an ear open for them, but informed that most was gossip and anything related to them was pure speculation. Sometimes the education given to him by the genomorphs was very useful.
“They’re not going to change the Tournament’s name just because you say so,” Artemis pointed out, making a face at Wally as he continued stuffing his face.
“But it won’t be THREE wizards, it’ll be FOUR. So, it should be the Tetrawizard Tournament,” Dick insisted, grinning widely at her. The girl just shot him a wry look that made him cackle loudly.
She still wasn’t quite over the photo incident, it seemed. Given the specifications of the mission, and Robin’s denial to be left out as backup, the whole team had been made aware of his secret identity. He’d feared their team dynamics might be affected by it, but the whole team had been pretty accepting of the fact he was the ward of one of the richest men in the continent. And while Artemis still seemed flustered that she hadn’t recognized him sooner, given his troll tendencies, Batman was the one who got the short end of the straw. It was considerably harder for them to imagine playboy millionaire Bruce Wayne as Gotham’s Dark Knight, but they had been off to the mission before anything could be said.
“Triwizard really doesn’t seem to fit,” Kaldur agreed, with all the patience one had to have to put up with this team. “But we’ve already discussed this, Richard--“
“Dick,” he corrected.
“-and you can discuss it with Mr. Bagman if you get the chance.”
“Hey!” Wally cried, seeming dismayed as the plates emptied. Sighing, he plopped the remaining apple pie he still held into his mouth, stretched, and turned towards the front along with everyone else. Wally had probably been the only one who enjoyed their second feast in a row as much as the first one, but not everyone could have super-high metabolisms.
“Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision. I estimate that it requires one more minute.” Dick eyed the wooden cup, the way its blue-white flames danced, and wondered how one could estimate that. “Now, when the champions’ names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber where they will be receiving their first instructions.”
And they were left in the darkness, all candles except those inside the carved pumpkins extinguishing, courtesy of a wide movement of Dumbledore’s arm, while a bewitching silence came over the Great Hall.
“Talk about dramatic tension,” Wally muttered from his seat, earning him an elbow to the side from Artemis’s direction. Really, if they hated each other that much, they shouldn’t sit next to each other.
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