Amber, glancing at the boy again, saw him beckoning her over with his finger. She raised her eyebrows as if to say "Are you kidding me?" She tried to ignore him, but that was becoming increasingly hard with the way he was looking at her. She sighed in an annoyed fashion, finally standing up and picking up her bag. She walked over to him with as much time as she could. She wouldn't let him get her that easily. When she finally ended up in front of him, she folded her arms across her chest and said, "Well? You beckoned me over. What do you want?" She had an annoyed look on her face, but inside she was skipping around like a little kid going ha ha ha ha ha!

WHAT? Someone called her. Definitely called her.

Ohhhh, it was Eli. How'd she miss him coming in?... Nevermind, Ellie scurried over to him.

"What? What is it?" she was concerned.

Hearing a large Snorting noise, Brielle whipped her eyes from where Noel's parchment had just been swallowed by flames, and turned to find the source.
"I 'ope zey don't 'ave a really pig in 'ere!" She grimaced, the possibilty of the stench making her feel ill.

However it was not a pig, it was a boy and a friend...

Hearing Monique make mention of the boys as well, Brielle let out a small laugh, "I 'ave to admit, speaking English can be just as 'ard, maybe we should go encourage zem," she said with a cheeky smirk across her face.

Walking over to the clutch of boys, Brielle ran her fingers through her pony tail, and let it whip in the air as she sashayed her way towards them.

"Bon Door," She winked at the blond boy. He wanted their attention and that's what he got. "I think you should go to ze 'ealer" she added to the brown haired one, "It zeems you 'ave a pig in your nose."

Carter stared as one of the French girls actually approached him. And there he was... half-bent over behind someone and hiding!

He opened and closed his mouth several times at a loss of words. Okay, so it was like 2000 times... and he'd forgotten every word he'd ever known.

Finally he remembered what he had been practicing to say. "B... b... b... Bon-door!" he said.

Merlin! He said it wrong again.

His face then preceded to turn an unnatural shade of bright red.

This was officially the most embarrassed he had ever been.

Wait? Was that a wink?

And then he turned even redder... which now meant he looked like a tomato. A blonde tomato.

Patroclus' eyes grew wide, one of the drop dead gorgeous Frenchies was heading their way.

As she arrived, the boy was rooted to the spot, unable to tear his eyes away from her, however her mimicking of Carter, snapped him out of his spell. Laughing again at the use of Bon-Door, and then Carter's repetition of the wrong word, again Patroclus was shocked into silence, when the girl made mention of his snorting.

Blushing, Patroclus made to introduce himself, "Bonjour, Je suis Patroclus, et Il est Carter!" He was after all half french!

*shifty* interrupting! hehe
 

Omg, forget purple head...

Did she just hear Patroclus right?

Having gotten distracted when she saw the french girls walking over to her Gryffindor the two boys, Evelyn may have snuck a few feet over towards them, though still in view where she could see the mysteriously and still nameless to her, Durmstrang guy. Though she was slightly relieved she was nowhere near him when that headmaster dude showed up. Creepy guy. Where did he come from anyways?

"Umm...Patroclus?" she asked, trying her hardest not to glare at the french girls. PFFFT! Why would they want to talk to Carter? Patroclus, she could understand but..."You speak...french?"

Why didn't she know!? Or ever hear this? The language was beautiful, especially when Patroclus spoke it, but the girls...were annoying.

Alice stared at the blue fire and wondered how many students had already placed their names into the goblet. Her eyes sparkled as she thought of entering her name as well, but there was one problem and maybe to biggest. She wasn't of age, yet. She had just turned sixteen. Alice would love to have the glory the winner is going to gain...well if they survive. That, she contiplated the most. Someone could die in this tournament. Alice wasn't so sure if glory was better than life, anymore.

She shook her head. Nope, life was worth more than glory and that she had knew from experience. Alice smoothed her pleated uniform skirt and just stared into the flames. Who would be chosen from Hogwarts? Would it be someone from Slytherin? She really hoped it wasn't anyone from her house. Not out of malace, but because she would hate to lose one of them.

A shiver ran down her arms as she thought all of these ominous thoughts. One thing for sure, Alice hoped them all, even the foreigners, the best of luck.

Monique smirked and followed Brielle. She tossed her hair over her shoulder as Brielle talking to the blonde boy and the blonde boy's friend.

She held a hand up to her mouth to cover a laugh. That poor boy said it wrong again!

"Bonjour Patroclus." she said looking over the brunette boy. "I see you speak good French..." she said looking at the blonde boy again. Did he really not ask someone before he started yelling out?

She then looked over at a girl that had joined them. No hello? That was rude.

"Je m'appelle Monique. Elle s'appelle Brielle." she said. Perhaps that would answer her question on whether the boy could speak French.

Sidney blush deepens and her tongue feels like it's been hit by the Tongue-Tying Curse. Then the Drumstrung student motions for a Gryffindor Seventh year to come over. A strange feeling comes over Sidney. She takes out her wand and is about to perform the Trip Jinx on her perceived rival when Sidney hears a strange,commanding voice.

Sidney whirls around and accidently snaps her camera. The area fills up with the bright light from her flash. She prays Professor Tate will appear out of the shadows. Detention with Tate would be better than facing Drumstrung's headmaster.

Eek! This man!

The one that looked like death walked around him.

Treyen blinked. And then blinked some more. And then forgot about the pompoms, and the animals, and the chalk line, and the bird!boy. He just stared at the man.

Scary. Pretty scary.

Something blinded him momentarily (for he hadn't closed his eyes from this whole staring contest at the scary man), and he turned to see what it was.

At first he thought that some other underage student had disappear by the means of lightning. But it wasn't the case. It was Sidney! Oh! And the blinding light had been the flash from her camera! Treyen was grinning, just because there was a camera around, not because of the situation.

His eyes flicked back and forth between the camera, Sidney, everyone and the Scary man.

And I'm back from camping! *catches up*
 

Glancing back at the girl who had piqued her interest about the old stories, Grayson grinned a little, in sympathy, as she was told the girl didn't know anything about beards either. "Yeah, I don't know either. But maybe we can find someone who does," she said with a tiny nod, before giggling a little at the excitement over seeing someone with a beard. "We don't know if that'll happen this time," she reminded the other girl, before another grin split her face. "It would be seriously funny, though. But then whatever might happen could be too." Not that she was going to jump off the railing and find out. "He was," she agreed, glancing at the cup again as the other girl did, thinking about Harry again. And how if he hadn't gotten through that tournament, the world as they knew it probably wouldn't be around.

At that point, she was grateful for Salander responding to her earlier flippant question about his name. It was a distraction, at least. "I was just wondering," she said with a shrug. Although now she really wanted to find out his full name, if people were able to have more fun coming up with their own takes on it. That meant it had to be really interesting. Like, maybe even more interesting than the names and people she already knew. But at his next comment, she decided it wasn't worth asking. Even though he seemed awful flippant about it all, with the grin and wink. There was some sort of veiled threat in there, although that by itself usually didn't stop her. She'd just find it out some other way. But then another distraction presented itself, as it seemed a boy had tried to get past the Age Line, and Grayson's attention went back to the goblet as said boy suddenly transformed into a little green bird, after getting reprimanded by one of the new professors. "Guess so," she said as Salander commented on it all. "And it's not growing a beard or anything like that." Pity. Maybe she could concoct a potion or something so she could see someone grow a silly beard, cause she really wanted to see that now.

Oooh, but now the Beauxbatons people had arrived to submit their names, and she perked up a little as she saw Noel. At least there was someone amongst the visitors who seemed to try to be nice. To her, at least. She contemplated saying something, before she realized Salander had resumed his personal full body search. Or whatever he was doing. Glancing over at the Slytherin boy again, she saw him tear off a piece of parchment. Oh. Maybe he was gonna submit his name too. That made all his questions earlier make sense, along with the uncomfortableness when she'd been cheering for Diggy submitting his. But she couldn't help but peek as he scribbled on the parchment. Ooooh, so that's what he was hiding, she thought, seeing his name written out. It oddly reminded her of violins, but she stayed quiet as he saluted her. Maybe he hadn't seen her look at the note. Hopefully. Her green eyes followed him as he strode up to the Age Line, and successfully crossed. Once the parchment had burned up, she grinned as he turned back. "Well, good luck," she called out. She meant it, too. She'd say the same to anyone that submitted their name that she knew, cause it would make it so much more fun cheering for Hogwarts if they got chosen.

Nikolai smirked as he noticed the girl's raised eyebrows. To him, she looked like she was in disbelief that he was actually gesturing her closer to him. Maybe she thought she was one of those ugly duckling type of girls, not worthy to be in his presence. If she thought that, she was wrong.

He watched as she took her time walking over to him. He figured the slow walk would give her time to compose herself, since he had randomly gestured her over. Grinning when she stopped in front of him, he glanced over to the little girl with the camera. "It's not vhat I vanted, it's vhat you vanted."

He was not talking about having a picture together.

As he was glancing at the younger girl, he couldn't help but notice her hint of jealousy. He smirked, but it faded at what the young girl was doing. Why was she pulling her wand out? Perhaps she was going to make the lighting in the room brighter, you know, to enhance him handsome features for when she snapped the picture. Little did she know, he didn't need the room to be brighter, nothing would enhance his features. He was already too good looking.

Leaning in to let the girl know this vital information, he was momentarily blinded by a flash of bright light. Good thing he was used to the flash of a camera.. With a slight tilt of his head, he noticed who the camera was pointing at, Old Sputnik. "I vould run if I vere you." he told the girl.

She should run. After she took his picture though.

"Oh... Oh, my. It didn't though, did it? She still... You know, has her nose?" Sam was genuinely concerned for Destiny's grandmother's well-being now. Well, he knew two things for certain. One, he thought Destiny was hilarious. Two, he would never give her a grabber pole and fall asleep in front of her. Or... How about just not ever giving her a grabber pole at all. He liked his nose right where it was at. "Not having a nose would be kind of an identifying feature. Then the polyjuice potion wouldn't be as good because everyone would know it was the champion's grandmother, and they'd follow her around because everyone knows grandmothers like to tell stories about their grandchildren."

Skye shifted her position on the cold stone. She'd seen quite a few people enter their names by this time, but she still hadn't really figured out who was from Hogwarts and who was not. She was fairly certain that the angry-sounding man was the Headmaster of Durmstrang, but other than that, she had to guess.

"Who me?" Nia questioned with a look of mock shock. She was not doing it to be difficult. Gah! He didn't given her a chance to properly protest though. His next words made blood flood to her cheeks. Prettiest? She stared at him for a moment, dumbstruck. Did he really think that? Like really think that. She shook it off. "You're just flattering me. There were loads of pretty girls." The blush remained in her cheeks though. It'd caught her attention, the way Raiden just came out with it.

Nia laughed. "Nice contrast," she said, running her fingers through the back of her hair. "Wonder what it'd have me down as." She pursed her lips as she thought about it. She wasn't exactly brave, or at least, she didn't consider herself to be, but she wasn't a scaredy cat. And she'd throw her all into everything.

"That makes sense," Nia answered as she thought about it. She couldn't imagine being prevented from doing what she wanted to do. Nia had a pretty free and easy going childhood. Especially when her Muggle grandparents had looked after her and Theo. That was totally cool and fun.

"Sometimes you just have to go with your heart." Nia said with a smile. "Enjoying yourself is just as important for your well being as some other stuff." At least, that was Nia's opinion. "You should come a fly and have a play with me sometime. Like a bit of a casual knock around. It'd be fun."

"What makes you think I'll be hard on him?" Nia asked with a smirk. What did Raiden think a former Quidditch Captain might do on the announcement that the game had been cancelled? When she needed to practice for trials. Chuckle. She wouldn't be too hard...cos then there'd be less chance of convincing Vindictus to open the pitch for recreational flying.

"And Tate?" Nia questioned, leaning in to Raiden. "I've not really had a run in with him. Would he take it right?" The last thing she wanted was a detention and even less chance of flying.

"They shouldn't look at you funny." Nia said matter-of-factly. "Maybe its cos of how handsome you were at the ball," she added with a nod.

''Excuse me! Excuse me!''

Josh walked among the little crowd of students with his usual confident attitude. He was here for a very important mission. Yes. He was supposed to find a way to put his name in that Goblet thing. So when he saw the Age Line he stopped for a moment and examined it. There was no doubt that this was a powerful magic and no fifteen year olds could step in the circle.

But he is Josh, the master of everything therefore he was not giving up. Looking around he saw two pretty Beauxbatons girls, one of them was Monique who he had spoken with before, talking to Carter and Patroclus. Hmm. Now he knew what to do.

Walking past other students Josh stopped right before the French girl and gave her a huuuge smile. ''Bonjour, sweetie'' he said cheerfully ''Can you do me a favour sil vous plait'' did he say that right? Meh. Who cared? Then winking at her he took a piece of parchment out his pocket. ''On this parchment you can read my name, Joshua Carter'' he said showing the piece of parxhment to the girl. ''Can you please throw it in the Goblet for me? Pleeeaaaseee!!''

*Big puppy eyes*

Brielle was surprised as Patroclus, introduced himself and the other boy in fluent, and obviously natural french, "C'est Bon!" She smiled with a nod of her head, that caused her pony tail to bounce in a most elegant fashion.

Batting her eyelids as Monique named her, Brielle couldn't help but make mention of the use of Bon-Door "Carter," she said, her 'R' purring like that of a cat, "It seems you need some French lessons, I am shocked Patroclus 'ere 'as not 'elped you, 'e seems to be Frenchmen!" she flirted with her eyes.
Looking over the boy's shoulders she noticed the appearance of a dark headed girl who seemed to be friendly with the boys.
However she too seemed to be surprised by the boy's French.

Brielle could not help but laugh!

Another Gryffindor had pushed his way through the crowd to gain their attention, then called her sweetie, and then asked to have her enter him into the tournament.
After looking at Monique with a wide smile across her face, Brielle returned her vision to the new arrival, his attitude rather reminded her of Nikolai.
"I am zorry, petit Lion cub, but ze Tournament is only for big boys!" she smiled, tappping him on the nose with her elegant finger, "Perhaps when you are a tad older you can enter, and maybe then I will let you call me sweetie!"

The boy was confident, a trait she found rather appealing, but no one called her sweetie and got away without a bruised ego.

Re-arranging.......hey I can do what I want! lol Josh got owned!
 

Patroclus looked at Carter to gage his re-action after he had introduced them both to the girls in French, he was sure he was going to get a kicking later for letting him say Bon- Door......twice.
His lion buddy was naturally red, a colour Patroclus soon turned as well.

Blushing the colour of his robes, they boy could only say "merci" as both French girls commented on his excellent pronounciation. Patroclus was not usually one to get tongue tied in front of girls, he knew quite a few Beauxbaton girls already. But something about the two glamazons before him sealed him like a calm.

What was worst was what happened next, over to his side, Evelyn appeared, and instanly he felt bad for blushing so severely over the girls, he felt like he was in trouble. "Evelyn, I thought you would have put two and two together," Patroclus said, a tad surprised she hadn't expected it of him. "Considering who my Mum is!"

He needed an interuption, and he got one in the form of Josh.

Patroclus quickly turned his attention to the boy, praying his redness would go down, he didn't want Evelyn seeing him blush over someone else. Listening Patroclus was amazed by the boys forth-coming, and it seemed Brielle was too.

Listening to her reply was like watching a funny video when someone got hurt, Patroclus couldn't look away, it was hilariously funny but he felt bad for Josh. The girl pretty much called him a little kid, something he was sure Josh would not want to hear.

Lol!
 

Oh!

Josh blinked at the french girl a couple of times. Definitely Monique was way nicer than her. Maybe he should have asked to her. He needed to find a way to put his name in the goblet anyway and he was going to, at least, try his best for it. ''I guess this means no''

Worse than the fact that she refused to put his name in the goblet, she simply spoke as if he was a first year in front of all those people. Josh did not have any problem with being taunted before a crowd since he would laugh at anything funny but it was a fact that he was not a little kid. ''Actually i am fifteen'' he said to defend himself ''Just two years younger and, believe me, i am more of a big boy than the ones you call a big boy''
Then smirking he took a back step towards Patroclus who was talking to...Evelyn!

The Hogwart's students amused Aleksandra greatly as she had been listening to a specific group converse about what would happen if an underaged student crossed the line. Though it seemed none of the younger students in said conversation were willing to test out this their theory. She herself would have liked to see one of them cross the line, but before one of them found the courage to do so another slightly older student crossed and results were interesting.

She made no move to speak to any of the students, too amused by their antics to disturb them, but she did give smiles to her schoolmates and Noel. She also didn't speak to Zitnik since Nik had spoken up, a small head nod her only acknowledgment of his presence.

Yes, her name had been entered in the cup when she first arrived with Danika and Vlad. Now she was just waiting silently.

It wasn't that she didn't want to speak with anyone, just that she was enjoying the Hogwarts students antics and conversations more than she would admit.

Saw he spoke French…Pffft! Obviously. Was she one to always state the obvious? At least she herself actually asked a question. In a way of, stating the obvious…but that didn’t matter!

And…and THAT one. With the blondish hair…she… Well, actually Evelyn didn’t care what she did. She wasn’t the one speaking to Patroclus and doing that obvious thing with the eyes that would probably make the Gryffindork drool. Ugh. She supposed though, that welcoming them to Hogwarts would be the polite thing to do, and to wish them good luck with the tournament. She didn’t get as far as opening her mouth though when another favorite Gryffindor of hers came up, and was TALKING to the FRENCH girl who…PFFFT! No one taps Josh on the nose like that! Unless it was her! “No, he isn’t allowed to call you sweetie. Even when he’s older.” Because she said so.

Why did he call her sweetie anyways? And why was she so dang jealous? “Oh, and welcome to Hogwarts. And…good luck with the goblet, name thing.” Meh. "The tournament I mean."

She had to say something nice in there somewhere didn't she?



And, Josh was falling for all this stuff. Why!? It was so ridiculous! Is this Rae saw when she was talking to the mysterious Durmstrang guy at the feast? Pffft. No, this was completely different. Josh didn’t look like an idiot. It was just, the two French girls should be OUT of the picture. Besides, she was going to refrain from that big boy comment he just said…

Yea, she was completely missing the fact that Josh was trying to put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

Aw that’s right, his mum. Glancing over to Patroclus, Evelyn stared at him for a moment, all the information suddenly leaving her mind. What about his mum again? She was French? “I never met her.” Hehe, she was going to be sticking to that, and why she forgot…everything she did. It was the moment of course. Making her go crazy and losing valuable information.

Umm...EWWW!

If Destiny's grandmother's nose really did fall off, she would not have been going around telling people that she had honked it. She'd be known as the person that honked her grandmother's nose off, and no matter how funny that may have sounded, she did NOT want to be called that. "No. Her nose is still on her face, that's if you could call that thing a nose."

It was like a butterbeer cap opener or something.

And Sam was a smart one, wasn't he? But then again, with no offense to the boy, a flobberworm was smarter than Destiny. Especially her own pet flobberworm; Ruffles. "I guess I hadn't thought about that." Not that she would have a reason to think about that actually. "Well, there are other ways to disguise yourself if you didn't have a nose. We learned a spell in Transfiguration two terms ago that let us change our ears into fruit!"

How. Cool. Was. THAT!?