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Ameh · 09-14-2010, 02:01 AM

It had taken him quite a while to convince himself that this event, this tournament, wasn't a bad thing. Between the shouts of 'don't die!' and the mentions of dragons... there hadn't been a lot of time to think about the fact that this was exciting. This was something that only a few people had ever gotten to do before. Raiden was one of a dozen in his generation that could claim he'd been picked as a Triwizard Tournament Champion.

The excitement was there, now. Frequently intercut with bouts of doubt and horror, but it was there.

Expression laced with curiosity, Raiden stepped quietly into the reception area, eyes flickering back and forth around the room. There was... nobody had told him what to do for this. Heh. Absently touching his wand holster through his shirt sleeve, checking to make sure it was still there for the millionth time, he just... lingered.

And maybe stared at the lady with the camera for a second, because somehow he'd hoped that everyone would have a massive brain failure and leave those things at home.

09-14-2010, 02:01 AM	#4 (permalink)
Ameh Boggart Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 29,830 x4	♥Dunkin \| Pixie's Precious Pea \| kpop goddess \| sneaky sounder \| forever slytherin♥ It had taken him quite a while to convince himself that this event, this tournament, wasn't a bad thing. Between the shouts of 'don't die!' and the mentions of dragons... there hadn't been a lot of time to think about the fact that this was exciting. This was something that only a few people had ever gotten to do before. Raiden was one of a dozen in his generation that could claim he'd been picked as a Triwizard Tournament Champion. The excitement was there, now. Frequently intercut with bouts of doubt and horror, but it was there. Expression laced with curiosity, Raiden stepped quietly into the reception area, eyes flickering back and forth around the room. There was... nobody had told him what to do for this. Heh. Absently touching his wand holster through his shirt sleeve, checking to make sure it was still there for the millionth time, he just... lingered. And maybe stared at the lady with the camera for a second, because somehow he'd hoped that everyone would have a massive brain failure and leave those things at home.