 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Oh, so teamwork was allowed? That was good to know! In fact, that was the only way Heath would even consider entering a Triwizard Tournament. He silently debated the pros and cons of entering until his name was called. It wasn’t until the moment he walked to the front of the room that he made his decision, and it wasn’t the one he thought he’d make. He could feel the many pairs of eyes on him as he stood before the Goblet, and his throat tightened. He hadn’t felt this nervous about volunteering an answer since second year! Not so much because he doubted his reasoning… it was more that he didn’t want everyone else in the room to hear it!
He was careful to keep his voice as quiet as possible, in hopes that no one besides Professor Recard would hear him as he spoke, “I don’t know if I’m cut out to be a Triwizard champion…” In fact, he was pretty sure he wasn’t! “... but I know that I could never forgive myself if a friend was chosen and I didn’t at least try to stand by them in the tournament.” Merlin, that didn’t come out right! It probably sounded like he was caving to peer pressure, but he meant it in a protective way. Did the Goblet (and Professor Recard) understand that? Just in case, he added, “Even with the safety measures in place, there’s a lot that could go wrong, and we’d be stronger together… so I enter out of solidarity and a desire to protect others.”
With that, he wrote his name on a piece of parchment in his usual flowy, dramatic handwriting and dropped it into the Goblet, half-expecting it to spit his entry back out.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |