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The Slytherin prefect shifted on the spot, almost a bit uncomfortably, as a few people started asking questions to all the champions. He was far from eloquent, and this situation was just... not ideal in the least. He kinda didn't want to be there just then. Maybe he'd go back and bother the wand lady some more...
"'ve been better," he murmured quietly to Miles, before looking at Fia. She was the first to call out a question, huh? Looking from person to person as other champions offered their answers, he waited for a pause and spoke.
"Dunno if you'd call it 'inspiration', really. I put my name in for... well for the excitement of it. The adrenaline rush, I guess." Terrible idea, that had been. Fracking dragons. And others had better reasons for it. School pride and bringing honour to them and all of that. Raiden almost felt selfish until he actually realised what Fletcher had said.
...why was that lady standing on a chair?
Oh Merlin. That question. The parent question. That was... well.
"My father is... uhm... not very excited about it," he volunteered to her, biting his lip to try and fend off the sheepish grin. "When I wrote to him to tell him, he wrote back and... well he said a fair few things that I don't think the newspaper would be allowed to print."
Pause.
"My mum doesn't know about it at all."
In retrospect, that was probably not the best idea, keeping it from her. But she was in Korea... surely she wouldn't hear news of it? How far would word of this tournament spread? |