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“Students of all three schools have been given ample opportunity too submit their names into the Goblet of Fire, now is the time for the Goblet to finally make its decision. Good luck to all students who entered their names into the Goblet.”

“If your name is pulled from the Goblet of Fire, then you are asked to please join the head of your school in an adjoining chamber.”
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Rundown: The Goblet of Fire is ready to decide on the champions for the Triwizard Tournament. If your character is chosen for the tournament, then they will join the head of their school in an adjoining chamber.

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[kc]

Hogwarts
Harry Potter

Durmstrang
Emiliya Draganov

Beauxbatons
Angelique Devereaux

Hogwarts
Tom Riddle

[Harry Potter]

HARRY JAMES POTTER

The time had come for all the school to gather themselves in the great hall and find out who would be the champion for each school. Everyone was silent, wanting to know who the Goblet would choose. Harry Potter wanted to compete… He had to do something this year or he would go mad from not being able to do anything. He twiddled his thumbs slightly, watching the blue flame dance above the goblet with careful ease. The headmaster stepped up towards the goblet, extending his hand towards the flame and soon, a piece of paper emerged from the flames and fell towards his hand.

”And the Hogwarts Champion is… Harry Potter!” Harry celebrated for a moment, pulling his fist down quickly and standing up. He felt his friends patting him on the back and he walked forward, being gesturing towards a door behind the table. He went down and soon, he was followed by a Durmstrang Student and then a Beauxbatons Student… However, it was not long before Tom Riddle came down into the room with them and Harry looked around confused. ”What do you want Riddle?”

[/color] Harry asked him, though not in a tone that said he hated him, merely an asking tone. The last thing he needed was for the others to know that they hated each other. Harry had to play it slightly cool in front of the others.
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[angelique]

This was it, the champions were about to be announced. The goblet of fire was about to make it's decision. Angelique had entered her name in the goblet without any second thoughts, she would make her school proud of her if chosen. She sat down with her friends, taking a moment to check that her appearance was all in order and that her carefully manicured nails were not chipped. It would do her good to look her best if she was chosen to be the champion and representative of her school. She applauded politely when the Hogwarts champion was chosen.

A boy named Harry Potter it seemed, Angelique had not really spoken to the students from Hogwarts yet except that nice girl Emma and a couple of the other students that wore blue robes. She had also managed to find a book that explained the founding and the history of the school. Angelique had not finished the book yet but it was still an interestig read so far, the Durmstrang champion was announced to be a boy named Alec Aichos. In all honesty the Durmstrang students intimidated Angelique but she applauded politely all the same, a sweet smile upon her face.

Then it was time for the Beauxbatons champion, a nervous smile appeared upon her face and Angelique felt rather tense. She watched as the piece of paper floated from the goblet wondering if it was her name or someone else's. Then it was caught and the name read out "and the Beauxbatons Champion is Angelique Devereaux,". Angelique breathed in deeply, hearing her friends congratulating her from beside her. "Merci Beaucoup," Angelique said smiling and stood carefully, walking over to the door where the chamber was situated that they were supposed to enter if chosen as their school's champion and representative.

She greeted the two other champions down there with a "Hello," as she began to wait for what they were wanted to do next. Angelique raised an eyebrow confused as another student entered. One of the green robes at Hogwarts and the Hogwarts Champion Harry asked him what he was doing here. Harry called him "Riddle" and Angelique studied "Riddle" carefully, "Do they perhaps want us to go back into the hall? Is 'zat it?" Her French accent was still obvious even when she hadn't spoken too much. "Riddle" had probably been sent as a messenger boy, it was fairly logical.

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words; 400
muse; California Gurls - Katy Perry
outfit; Beauxbatons Uniform
credits; zie @ CAUTION!
lyrics by taylor swift!

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[thomas riddle jr.]

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ALL THE OTHER KIDS WITH THE PUMPED UP KICKS
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[/i][/b]” Tom Riddle registered shock on his face for the briefest moment, but it would seem that nobody noticed this. The members of Slytherin house were murmuring in outrage as the bold braggart of a Gryffindor made his way to the front of the hall, and then off into the side chamber designated for the Champions. There had to be a mistake. The Goblet had been perfectly confunded. It had to choose him. Potter couldn't be the Champion! His plan seemed to be falling apart.

The Durmstrang and Beauxbatons Champions were announced and Dumbledore made to move on to a new topic, giving a speech about supporting the Champions from their schools and making friends. The same old pointless rambling that frequently came out of the old wizard's mouth. Tom had little patience for Dumbledore, least of all at this very moment. But it seemed his luck was about to change, when the flame suddenly produced a fourth piece of parchment paper. “Also representing Hogwarts is Tom Riddle Jr.[/b]”

All eyes in the hall turned to him at that very moment. Tom allowed shock to register on his face as he stared up at the Goblet and his Headmaster. Dumbledore seemed as astounded as Riddle felt. There couldn't be two Champions. Could there? Had he confunded the Goblet so severely that it would now select a second Champion for each school? No matter, he would be victorious in this endeavour. He would defeat five competitors instead of two. It would make him seem all the more glorious. Dumbledore seemed to be growing impatient. “Tom Riddle.[/b]”

Tom rose and made his way to the front of the hall, all eyes following his every movement. He held back his panic but allowed his shock and confusion to show. To emphasize this, he paused by Dumbledore and regarded him with his silvery-blue eyes. When he spoke, he made sure that his shock and confusion would be the only thing people would see. “Professor, how-”

“Please join the other Champions, Tom.[/b]” Dumbledore told him, and the sixth year Slytherin Prefect nodded his head and obediently made his way to the area designated for the Champions. As was expected, Potter was less than thrilled to see him, but seemed to be attempting to act civil towards him. “What do you want Riddle?[/b]”

“Hello,[/b]” The Beauxbatons Champion greeted him before he could answer Potter's question – not that he wanted to, mind you, but he would answer for two reasons. Reason one: he did not want to seem rude either. Reason two: Potter would be furious when he found out and Riddle wanted to see it first. Tom did not permit this to show either, and only allowed the shock and confusion that he had registered on his face in the Great Hall show. “Do they perhaps want us to go back into the hall? Is 'zat it?[/b]”

“No, mademoiselle, I've been asked to join the three other Champions in this chamber to await further instruction.” Tom responded smoothly with a shake of his head. A female Champion would likely be easy to distract. Most of the Durmstrangs didn't seem to be terribly intelligent, so perhaps the Durmstrang Champion would be easily manipulated. And he would find joy in hurting Harry Potter, in defeating him and humiliating him. “It seems that I have been chosen as Hogwarts' Champion.”

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_{STATUS: Finished
TAGGED: Harry Potter, Angelique Devereaux, Alex Aichos & anyone else is this Chamber.
WORDS: 775
LYRICS: Foster the People
NOTES: Here
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

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[emiliya]

~Emilya Sofija Dragonov~

Don’t SAY I'm out of TOUCH
With this RAMPANT chaos – YOUR REALITY
I know WELL what lies BEYOND my SLEEPING REFUGE
The NIGHTMARE I built MY OWN WORLD to ESCAPE!

Emiliya merely watched the interactions from the shadows; her choosing had been much like she herself was – silent and cold. She knew that none would know how to react, and that was just fine for her. She had no intention of making friends in this competition, or in this school. Despite the fact that she knew one or two people, she had expected this kind of reaction, or, rather, lack thereof. Her own had been the same; she had silently stood and made her way to the front of the Great Hall, her expression cold and hard, eyes void of anything. She knew she cut a ghostly figure, in the blue-white light from the Goblet of Fire, but honestly couldn’t have cared less about the fact that she was given the visage of a drowned person, as rail-thin and snow-pale as she was.

Her gaze had been fixed upon one thing – one person – only, as she made her way up the length of the Hall, and then moved off into the antechamber. He would know her; she would make sure of that. As of now, she merely watched her fellow Champions interact; she had no desire to mingle, and she got the distinct impression that the feeling was mutual. She was silent and cold, and would remain so, even if she were mentally running through the short but very useful list of wordless spells she had perfected over the last two and a half years… It would seem she was going to need them now more than ever, if she wished to have any sort of chance of getting anywhere in this competition – let alone making it out alive. Because, really, she had to make it out alive, even if she didn’t win.

He would know her, and what her being here meant; she would make sure of that.

SWALLOWED UP in the sound of my SCREAMING
Cannot CEASE for I FEAR the SILENT NIGHTS
Oh how I LONG for the deep SLEEP DREAMING
The GODDESS of IMAGINARY light!

~The Silent Girl~

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TAGGED: The other Champions.
WORD COUNT: 310.
OUTFIT: The blood-red robes and the fur cloak of Durmstrang.
SONG: “Imaginary” by Evanescence.
NOTES: Sorry it's short... I don't seem to have much muse lately...

[Harry Potter]

HARRY JAMES POTTER

Harry was beyond happy, he had been placed as Hogwarts Champion and he was smiling from ear to ear. His mom and dad would be so happy and he had to get a letter out to them to night. Everyone from Godric Hollows would be happy for him. He wondered if his Aunt and Uncle would be happy to. When the other two champions came down, he gave them a simple nod and smiled. He was happy to be against the two champions and he hoped that they could possibly be friends and not enemies. “Hello." He looked at the pretty blond and smiled at her. ”Hello. You’re the Beauxbatons Student correct? I am Harry Potter, a Pleasure to meet you, Ms.?”

[/color] He was unsure of her name since he had come down to the chambers before herself and he had not heard it.

As the other came down, the rail thin, red haired girl from Durmstrang, he gave a friendly nod. He knew that she did not speak, he had seen her around and heard that she was strange. Sure, she probably was, but he did not know her and he did not judge her. He had seen the Professor hanging out around the girl though, Professor Turnbull was odd himself, but not nearly as odd as the young lady before him. As Harry was about to continue, the sound of someone else coming into the chambers caused him to turn and see Tom Riddle standing before him. ”Do they perhaps want us to go back into the hall? Is 'zat it?" The sound of the beautiful French accent caught his ears and he glanced at her before looking back at Riddle.

“No, mademoiselle, I've been asked to join the three other Champions in this chamber to await further instruction.” Harry was confused by this and tilted his head in confusion before looking at the others for a moment. ”It seems that I have been chosen as Hogwarts' Champion.” Harry eyes widened, he could not believe what he was hearing from this idiot and he curled his fist slightly. ”What!? That can’t be correct! The Hogwarts Champion was already chosen, the Goblet would not make the mistake of being a fourth champion when there are only Three Schools.”[/color] Harry could not believe what was going on. How could this of happened?
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[thomas riddle jr.]

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[/i][/b]” Potter, as could be predicted, was furious, although he seemed to be doing a better than Tom would have expected at containing it. Tom felt slightly amused, but hid his amusement under a mask of confusion. While Potter knew him better than that, the two ladies certainly did not, and he didn't want to seem malevolent and ruin any chance he had of manipulating either one of them. They could prove to be useful to him in the future, but he had to play his cards right now to keep that option open.

“I agree that it is a rather peculiar turn of events.” Tom said, attempting to seem – for once – completely pleasant in conversation with Harry Potter. He might have attempted a smile at his nemesis, but that would certainly be over the top. No, he mustn't act too different than he normally did, for it would surely alert the other champions that he was not what he seemed. No, that had to wait. He'd decide where they stood before showing them what he was truly capable of.

Now for a shred of honesty. “Who could have predicted something like this?” Tom said, wondering what exactly had gone wrong with the Goblet that it had chosen two Champions from Hogwarts. Of course, he was thrilled at the prospect of publicly humiliating and shaming the arrogant Gryffindor, but there was also the fury at the cup for having chosen two – as if he, Tom Riddle Jr., had not been enough to represent Hogwarts. No, he would win, he had already decided that. He was a brilliant student and he could face any challenge that was thrown his way.

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TAGGED: Harry, Angel & Liya
WORDS: 310
LYRICS: Foster the People
NOTES: Post's shortness due to lack of time.
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

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