It was chaos in Hogwarts today. Crowd was roaring, everyone was jumping and waving, some cried for the attention of one of the three heartthrobs standing a little below them. Jessa was no different, she was standing on her seat—no, jumping and screaming at the top of her lungs. It wasn’t the tournament that drew her nor the victory of her new school, it was the excitement and the desire to be in the midst of all this crowd insanity.

“Look at his hair!” Her friend shouted into her ear and giggled. Jessa paused her screaming to giggle along, “He’s so cute!”

She looked down to see a girl conjure a big bouquet of flowers and preparing to fight through the crowd to hand it over. Prepare being the keyword. Jessa JUMPED on the girl’s back and tried to snatch the bouquet from her. They fought for a good three minutes, completely ignored by the hectic crowd, until Jessa managed to pull it out of her hand and falling back with the girl on top of her, under the benches.

They spent the entire afternoon stuck down there and neither one of them could give The Champion the flowers.