Lina approached the age line at last. She'd spent a lot of time thinking about it, debating, staring at the Goblet as if it determined her future. Well, if she placed her name in it, then it would. By the time she'd stood up, she was already determined. She'd marched over, her eyes never leaving that fire. She only had to turn 17 that year... wasn't that so? And apparently that as correct. She passed by the line with no troubles and approached the Goblet of Fire itself.

Why?
What was the purpose of this goblet spitting fire? It seemed like a ridiculous idea to the Mexicana, specially since the headmaster had mentioned death being part of this...tournament.

But, she guessed the good thing about this ridiculousness, was that atleast the age limit could... no, actually, there was no good thing about this whole spectacle. It was stupid. Estupido!


Maya had decided to sneak into the entrance hall and watch the students from a corner. Maybe she could say hello to a few people who thought cheating the age line would be a good idea.

"Why should I move if your the one who was walking my way, but none the less, Have alot of people put their names in?" he asked for He wanted to check out his compeition.

"Hi Callie, Im Brant DeVaice." their first little meeting was a rough one, but she told him her name, so she couldn't be that bad.

"Because I was walking first." And that was that. She shrugged at his next comment. "I dunno. Your the one standing here watching." she said rolling her eyes.

"Nice to know." Not. "So what year you in ?" she guessed he was in his sixth or seventh oooor that age line really was nothing.

Okay. Enough glaring at Jimbo. Glaring wouldn't help. Though, when Iris looked just PAST Jimbo and the Goblet, Iris saw someone who was CLEARLY a teacher. Iris bit her lip, wondering if she should try to catch the lady's attention. After all, Jimbo was going to get in trouble either way. BUT, Iris didn't really want to get into trouble for not informing a teacher that Jimbo had tried to cross the Age Line. Even if she was his friend.

GAH. Jimbo was SO stupid. It was his fault she was in this dialemma. Had it been any other student, Iris wouldn't have had any trouble going and getting that teacher.

Maybe if she could just ... kinda catch the teachers attention without making Jimbo realise. Yeah... that would probably work.

OOH. Oooor, "Hello Professor!" Iris called. Hehehe. She looked to Jimbo, with a look that was half apologetic, half 'well it's your own fault.' The silly boy shouldn't have crossed the Age Line.

Finishing her sketch Daisy stood up and left. She was getting hyped up over all this excitement.

Yep. Here we go.
Maya's eyes landed on the girl who was calling for a Professor. She knew there were none here besides her -- so, off she went. Pushing herself off the wall she was leaning against, she spotted the boy who had crossed the Age Line, guessing that was why she was called. Ay. Didn't they understand...?

With narrowed eyes, she stormed right past the Slytherin Prefect, over to the boy and reached out a hand and grabbed him by the back of his robes.
With a strong pull, she forced him to move away from the goblet. "Do you want to die?!" She was not happy. Not happy at all.

Iris watched the teacher as she came over to them. Oooh. She looked SOOO angry. Jimbo was probably going to get killed. Then he was probably going to come back and haunt Iris for letting it happen.

O_____O ... And that was bad.

Wow. This teacher was strong. Jimbo was hardly small... and she just dragged him about like a ragdoll.

Does Jimbo want to die? Um... Clearly.

Iris just looked at Jimbo, with a rather guilty look on her face... But if you looked at her properly, you'd be able to see in her eyes that she was glad that Professor... uh... whoever interveined. A dead Jimbo definately wasn't good. No it wasn't.

Leilani smirked as one of the newer Proffesors yanked Jimbo from inside the circle. She smiled just a teeny bit and silently gave a thumbs up to Iris. Way to go Prefect Monty!

She'd have to go thank that lovely Proffesor later. Tell her to mabey give Jimbo detention. He needed to stop being so stupid. Yes, he did. Although, at the moment she looked like she might bite his head off. Hehe, Mister Farley would've been better off with Lafay.

O_____________________o

Wow, she was strong.

Mmph. OMG, scary. He didn't think anyone other than Lafay could get him that scared. Although, maybe it was just because he'd just crossed the ageline...yup, that was why.

And how was he supposed to answer a question like that? He could only stare at her. And, really, that tug kinda hurt his neck when his collar betrayed him and tried to CHOKE him.

But yeah, he noticed that besides his collar, a certain someone had also betrayed him. See, SEE? He KNEW this would happen. He can't do anything with Monty as a prefect. Maybe they should just stop being friends so it wouldn't suck so much whenever Monty told on him.

"No? Yes. NOOOOOOOOO."

This boy...ooooooooh this boy.
Maya glared at him, crossing her arms on her chest and waiting, just waiting to see what he would do.

And then he answered. She straightened up and turned her head, looking at the Prefect and whomever else was there to witness his stupidity -- it seemed he didn't know what rhetorical meant.

"Any longer and you might have." She glanced at the boy's foot. Oh, he might not have noticed, but Maya had. The Age Line had obviously been equipped with some strong magic. "Got any tingling sensation in your foot?" It had been on it's way to dissapear entirely. "Name. Now." Not a question, but he'd better reply to this one.

Ari knew there were people here. Of course there would be. She also knew people questioned her because she couldn't see. Ari counted to three.

One.
Two.
Three.

She thrust her chin up as soon as she pushed open the door, just as someone she trusted once told her to. In her right hand, Ari held her white cane. She wore her knee-high converse boots over gray skinny jeans, as well as a white shirt under a gray button-up shirt--not buttoned up--and her Ravenclaw tie. And, of course, her dark glasses.

She counted twenty steps before stopping, holding the cane parallel to herself when she did. Ari could hear people moving and breathing, and a few people talking. She could feel the heat from the goblet, even though she stood a good five feet away, she estimated. The age line was somewhere near, but she knew she had not crossed it. She angled her face up, fully facing the goblet.

She couldn't help but think that she would be seventeen in only a month. That she was elligable for the tournament. But maybe, she thought, that would just be going too far. Maybe there are things I just can't do. Ari stood there for a long while, knowing that the second anyone told her she couldn't, she would throw her name in, but, for now, she had to put herself in check.

Nia resisted a smirk. That was totally a hint of a blush in Raiden's cheeks. She rubbed her lips together, both to moisten them and disguise the fact that she'd noticed. It'd only ever been her with the warm cheeks previously. It felt a nice change, in many ways.

"Really?" Nia questioned with a raised eyebrow. Since joining him she'd noticed several others nearby that he'd been talking to. That was quite apart from all the Slytherins and people from lessons. "I'd be tempted to disagree," she said with a definite nod and glance round the room. He probably knew it too. Ever the modest one. "I'm the unknown one around here." Except from her 'Claw teamies. Mayyybe she should have said something at breakfast to Ellie or JD, for a bit of moral support when she started doubting her spontanuity. She really needed to owl Becca with the latest updates too, as she'd promised.

She fiddled with a small stud earring in the shape of a spiral, turning it between her fingers. "It does, it does," she murmured, momentarily lost in thought about the type of magic involved. What would it decide about her? She watched the flames as others put their names in. "It weird that what one might think of as an inanimate object will seal our fate." Or in Nia's case, make the decision of whether her term would be as exciting as trying to win the Quidditch Cup.

"It was?" Nia said, tilting her head to the side and intrigued by his words and laugh. Her fringe fell across her face, and she neatly tucked it behind her ear as she finally stopping playing with her earring. It sounded like there was another meaning in those words, and she looked slightly puzzled. Was he testing her with a riddle? She was good with practical thinking and logic, but she wasn't exactly Sherlock Holmes.

"I'm guessing something medical?" she asked softly. It probably wasn't her place to ask, especially something personal like one's health. "It good you've had the choice. And even better you decided to grab it," she said with a grin. "The worse bit is just going to be in the waiting."

Iris glanced from inbetween Jimbo and the threatening Professor. She could she from the look on Jimbo's face that he was annoyed at her. So she just crossed her arms and shuffled her foot on the ground, trying to just block him out.

While she was looking down at her own feet, she noticed that Jimbo seemed to have... well... begun to lose his. Looking up at the professor slightly wide-eyed as she mentioned the tingly feet, Iris figured that it must've been because of the age line. That was the only explaination for it.

Unless she'd done something when she grabbed him.


Iris looked away from the Professor and Jimbo when she noticed a girl make her way into the room. She recognised her from a few years ago... but she never realised that the girl still went here. Iris smiled to herself as the blind student appeared to want to put her name in the Goblet.

And good on her, she really should.

The girl would probably make a great champion. Better than a lot of other people here.

Anyway. Back to Jimbo.

Tingling? Foot? Yes. He'd had that feeling after a couple seconds within the age line. But he wasn't about to say anything. Nuh uh. He didn't even WANT to look down. Sooo, maybe he'd end up in the hospital wing. At least now he knows what happens when you're underage and cross the age line.

"Tingling? No, nope."

Ahh, now he had to give his name. Christ, now instead of being known as the cupcake lover guy he'd be known as the moronic boy who crossed the age line. Great, yeah. Fabulous. Jimbo the age line crosser.

"Jim-" Er, no. Best not to give his nickname in this situation. Seems like a more...full name thing. "Benjamin James Farley." There. No fake names, no lies. Can't he get any credit for that at least?

No?
Maya merely narrowed her eyes at the boy. He might have felt the full impact of the charm had he not been pulled away. "That's good to know. I've heard people can go insane after being exposed to something...like that. The tingling feeling...can get a bit...uncomfortabe after a while." Yeah? Did the boy want to find out if that was true or not?

A transparent foot, however fascinating, was probably best utilized when one could see it. Though now it seemed the charm was wearing off. Good thing for him.

She turned her head a bit, glancing at the age line crosser like a bird -- with one eye towards him. "Benjamin James Farley." A glance towards his House badge now, "Slytherin." See, that house name was easy for her mexican tounge to say. "Explain why you decided to try your luck in 50 words, unless you want me to take points."

Oh and he had "30 seconds." Startiiiiiiiiiing...................... NOW.

"It'd be a few charms," Kellen shrugged while fending off Arya's rapid-fire poke attack, "but yeah, I don't see why it couldn't be done. Especially if I got the Charms prof's help in doing them." He was sure the professor would agree to help, if it was for the team spirit of the school.

Kellen looked over at the girl who'd chuckled, and sent her a grin. Not everyone appreciated his sarcastic sense of humour, but he appreciated those who did.

The... wait, that kid's foot was invisible? How had Kellen missed that? He'd set up camp here specifically to see stuff like that.

"Curses." He turned back to Arya and gave her another poke, pleading in a teasing tone, "C'mon Arya, be a pal and go for a little age-line walk?"

So0o0o0o... This was the goblet she read about and that'd give someone glory... Or not. Louisa approached it to take a better look at it, with all those people around she couldn't just see the top of it and it was crucial that she became aware of this enchanted 'thing'.

And what was this flame around it? Smiling to herself she figured that it was the age line the headmaster mentioned before. Hmmm. Well, she wasn't a fool to dare step over it! She just would watch people of age doing it. It must be cool.
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Well, a little bit closer won't hurt right? Like she could just try to take few steps closer without stepping of course. She's had enough troubles at the feast last night and wouldn't risk more. She approached it and bent slightly staring at the flashing color of it.

Mesmerized she was grinning and almost 'drooling' Heehee. She didn't think that magic is so cool. And she could just stand there like forever after.

Riley had slunk into the room where they had the Goblet of Fire thing they had been told about. He was a bit skeptical of how the thing, like the Sorting Hat, had any authority to pick the champion for each school but he never needed to ask the object directly. He could just silently hate on the old hat for putting him in Gryffindor rather than Slytherin. He still had the nagging feeling he belonged with those more cunning and...sophisticated like him rather than bravery and...brawn?

The Fifth year had spent most of the day exploring the castle, which he easily found was like 7392738 times bigger than Harlesk Institute. Taking a seat on the bench that faced the Cup, Riley stared at it curiously, wishing only slightly that he could enter. He didn't want to do the work, but the extra attention would be nice. He missed it, seeing as he was stuck in public school rather than his private one.

Just then he heard the loud and angry voice of a woman who looked to be a professor yelling at some boy, a slytherin, for trying to enter the tournement underage. HAHA! Riley could be smug, since he wasn't the one in trouble. He scooted closer and could help but grin evily as he watched.

Oh, noes!

Glares. Glares. Glares.

Treyen most instantly diverted his eyes from the Slytherin peeps over there. No, he didn't want to get in trouble. At least not with them, the girl looked a giraffe compared to his small frame.

Shudder. Better to look away.

Treyen widened his smile. Now he wanted those pompoms!

"That's...amazing...I want one of those" perhaps he'd said that again, but little did he care about repeating the awesomeness.

The boy nodded, and then his eyes took notice of something in the floor!

How could he not notice that?! The chalk! The chalk!

THAT was the Age Line. Ooooooooh, eerie...

He took one step towards it, and kept staring at it curiously. Yes, he was staring at the Age Line, as if thinking something that was of the utmost importance.

"I don't know," She mused, trying to think of anyone she knew that had a beard. All the men in her family were pretty clean shaven. Occasionally Noah would grow a mustache and a little other facial hair, but that was about it. A grin split across her face when she mentioned how long they would have the beards. "I would love to see a student with a beard. Her smile fading a little when she mentioned Harry and the tournament. "He was really lucky to live..." Her speech drifted as she let her eyes drift back towards the cup.



"I want one to," She agreed with Treyen, grinning at his demonstration. If her friends did get chosen, then she wanted something to cheer them on with. Something awesome. And the pompoms sounded awesome.

"I can help," She offered, ceasing her attack on Kellen. "I'm good at charms." Much better than she was at transfigurations. If she really thought about it, she wasn't too bad in that subject either. Working with Professor Carlton would be fun though.

Giggling she fended off Kellen's poke and returned on of her own. "No way! I like being able to see my legs." She was, however, curious as to how it would feel to have one's legs disappear. Hmm.

Her eyes danced back over to the line where the boy stood in one of the new professor's grip. She had almost missed the step that Treyen had taken until she realized that he seemed closer to the line than before. "You'll lose your legs.." She cautioned in a low tone so the professor wouldn't hear.

She may have wanted Treyen to cross the line so she could ask him how it felt. Maybe.

Insane, eh? Like how? That really sounded quite interesting - er, maybe he shouldn't think like that. For all he knows, she could read minds. O_o
What did she mean uncomfortable...? Why did she say it like that?!?

Oh, WOW. She really can be quite scary. He had half a mind to be difficult and act like this was a regular small talk conversation, saying something along the lines of, 'And you are?'. But no. Not after she gave him that look. It seems that he was in enough trouble already. Darn his curiousity.

50 words?!? Points?!? Oh, darn. If he lost Slytherin points nobody would talk to him. Especially not Monty. Ooohhh noooo, he really didn't think this through.

BAH! TIME LIMITS? OMGOMGOMGOMG.

He broke down.

Dropping to his knees, he was at her feet. "I'M SORRY! I WAS JUST CURIOUS! I wanted to know what would happen, I thought maybe I would grow a beard or age permanently. Although, it seems nothing much has happened. Why the age restrictions, Professor, WHY?!? It only makes me CURIOUS! BUT I DON'T WANT TO LOSE HOUSE POINTS PLEASE DON'T HURT MEEEEE!" He wasn't counting his words, but the way he was rambling he was willing to bet it was more than 50. On the bright side, since he was going so fast there was no doubt it was under thirty seconds.

But as he stared up at the professor he noticed that he seemed to be getting shorter? Or he was shrinking? What was happening?

Unaware of it, Jimbo seemed to be getting...well, fluffier. Feathery. His legs got shorter, getting skinny, growing talons. His arms grew feathers - everything grew feathers. Green feathers. His mouth and nose protruded into a long black beak. When the process was complete, there lay a green bird staring up at Professor Saylen among a pool of Slytherin robes - wearing Jimbo's tie.

Wow... This was... Wow. The Goblet of Fire. In the flesh. Sort of. Sam wasn't old enough to enter, but he didn't think that he would even if he was. It wasn't his kind of thing. But still... AWESOME.

The Goblet of Fire was a CUP!?

Okay, so Destiny knew what a goblet was, but she didn't actually think the Goblet of Fire was an actual goblet. A cup! A ginormous cup with flames coming out of it. And people were actually going up to and and putting their names in it! She was glad she wasn't old enough to put her name inside. Coming so close to touching that fire! What if her fingers were singed off, huh? What if her fingers were singed off, and then her name was pulled out of the Goblet? She wouldn't be able to compete with singed fingers!

Unless one of the tasks required singed fingers, then she would definitely pass that one!

Standing behind the crowd you know, sorta close next to that Durmstranger guy, Destiny winced everytime a brave person placed their name inside the CUP. So close. So close in having no fingers at all.

A bloody CUP!

Un. Be. Lievable.

Not so excited now, are you?
Her eyebrow rose as Mister Benjamin James Farley seemed to be feeling all kinds of things... Maya was hoping for some panic. That might teach him to think things twice-

WHAT is he doing now?
Sigh. She didn't understand what he was saying...and that was really more than 50 words, wasn't it. Not that Maya had been serious about that part...or the 30 seconds either. But whoa, she had to hand it to him -- he did stick to the time limit.


Maya didn't actually know what else the boy would experience besides the weird transformation of his foot. She had been...hoping, for the good of the boy, that nothing else was going to happen -- that she got him out on time.

But...it was pretty obvious by the time she was looking down at the green bird, that she had not. Sigh.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. "This...is ridiculous." She turned to look around the room. "Who does this bird belong-" Eh. It had been a boy. "Just make sure he doesn't get eaten up by a cat." She spoke to no one in particular. Maybe his friends could help him, or he'd manage to flutter off for help aaaaaaaaaall by himself.


She caught sight of another boy, sitting down with a silly face. What was HE looking so happy about?

Maya stepped over the bird and robes and regarded the boy on the bench. "You." Pursing of lips. "You find this amusing?" Oh, he'd better not answer with a positive word.

"Maybe you'd like to join him?" Hmmmm?