Prompt Post - Part Seven [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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“The champion for Durmstrang,” he read under the light of the once-more blue-white flames, “will be Viktor Krum.”
“Told ya,” Artemis’s voice said amidst the booming cheer that had exploded along the tables. They all clapped politely along, and Megan twisted in her seat along with Kaldur to get a better look of the student in question. The guy walked with an almost menacing slouch, and Artemis gave a loud sigh of disappointment when he disappeared through the door behind the staff table. “That’s one fine male specimen,” she said, resting her elbows on the table while everyone quieted.
“I doubt Champions are elected depending on how ‘fine’ they are,” Wally huffed. The goblet’s flames were turning red again, making all chatter die, but their speedster continued in a low tone: “But if that were the case, I’ve got you all beat.”
Dick snickered, and didn’t have to look to know Artemis was the one making puking sounds.
“You wish,” she added for good measure. Dumbledore had already caught the second piece of parchment, and held it closer to the light so he could read it.
“The champion of Beauxbatons, is Fleur Delacour.”
A very pretty girl stood up from the Ravenclaw table, making a show of pushing her blonde hair behind her shoulder before marching to the front.
“Are you sure they don’t pick them for their looks?” Conner asked dubiously, though his eyes did not linger on her shape as long as the rest of their male teammates, Dick included.
“I’m sure they don’t,” Kaldur reassured him.
The Hall was quieting once more, and Artemis chose that moment to ask what had been on their heads since the first name came out:
“Who do you think will get picked?”
Despite the Age-Line Dumbledore had drawn around the goblet, each and every member of their team had dropped their names into the fire, though they made sure to do so late at night, with the Great Hall empty so no one could see the line being lifted exclusively for them, then being drawn once more.
“Well, who’s the most daring, adventurous, handsome, and intelligent member of the team?” Wally said knowingly, chest puffed up and hands tugging at his white shirt’s collar.
“Wolf!” Artemis whispered in mock-dawning understanding and a matching expression, even smacking her fist on her open palm.
Wally’s outraged splutters and Megan’s giggles were covered by the deafening cheers of the room when Cedric Diggory was declared the Hogwarts champion. Even Conner smirked at the dirty looks Wally was shooting Artemis, but Robin wasn’t so kind in hiding his laughter. He even whipped a fake tear from the corner of his eye as silence once more covered the Hall, and knew there were eyes shooting their way again.
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