Salander smirked at Duncan Fletcher getting all antsy that everybody now knows his first name. "Whatever you say Just Fletcher." he shrugged as he replied matter-of-factly, although the little gremlin in Salander is pointing and laughing at the GlitterPuff. So long as he, or any other student, doesnt get ahold of Salander's (ridiculously long) first names all will stay right with the world.


"Cheering?..."Salander grimaced. What does he think I am, a Laker Girl? "Cheering costs extra, there better be a whole case of that drink if you win... when you win." he grumbles as he looks at the crowd. Then he straightened up as something just occurred to him. He looks back at Fletcher and narrows his eyes "So confident are you? You're gonna win this thing?" He shoves his hands in his pockets and scans the crowd mumbling "Maybe I should start looking for a bookie.... "

He just couldn't get over the reactions of the Hogvartian Champions. They were acting in a way a Champion should not act. Even the BeauxbaBLAH students were acting coolly and everyone knew they stood no chance of winning this Tournament. "That is very nice of you, Taylor. I might 'ave to take you up on that offer. I 'ave been in the library a lot recently. Alone." he smirked before winking at her.

She could always keep him company.

She smiled at him when he awnsered. "Just let me know when and where. I will be there." she told him. She looked around at everyone that was still acting weird over the choices and she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that library is big. And it makes it harder to study when you are alone." she said.

The French Students & Rex.
 

Rubiey looked around, and spotted Rex, who seemed to be having a confrontation with some of the Beaubaxtons Champions.

Uh-Oh.

She walked swiftly over to them, and put a restraining hand on Rex's right arm. She glanced warily at him, before looking at the French students.

"Hi guys. Congrats on becoming Champions, and all." She smiled in a friendly way at them, then glanced back to Rex. "What are you doing?!" She hissed in his ear. They would hex him into oblivion, and she did not want that to happen to him. These French people were vaaaaaaaairy proud, and if you insulted them, boy did they get mad!

"I'm sure you will all do very well. It may not be enough to beat the Hogwarts Champions, but you'll do fine." She grinned, and winked at them to show them she was mucking around.

She grabbed Rex's other arm, and tried to steer him away. "Well, see you guys later." She said, turning away from them, keeping a firm grip on Rex's arms.

“Call you what?” Oliver asked Lori with mock confusion totally ignoring her shushing. “Daft mare or Lorelai?” He was actually confused about which she meant. He opened his gob again to follow up his comment with something oh so witty, but closed it with a snap when the Head Girl wandered over. Best behaviour, yeah? *snicker*

He grinned cheekily at his partner. He hadn't seen her yet this term! He'd just been too distracted by other things. “Hey Sarah.” He greeted her.

Hearing her question, he glanced at Cam and raised a brow about to reply but Lori was already on it. He frowned. She was still on about the champions dying. “No one is gonna bloody die, Lori.” Seriously, she wasn't helping Cam's stress here. Have some perception fer Merlin's sake! He would have poked her if the Head Girl wasn't standing right there... scrutinising.

o______o

But wait, HE was Head Boy! He had every right to poke her for being an unsubtle cow... so he did – in the arm. “Shut up, Lori.” His eyes flicked back to Cam as he tried to convey to her that she WASN'T HELPING HERE!

Guh.

Oliver's head was forced to the right when Cam poked his cheek. He smirked and looked back at her. “The hell are you on about? This is awesome, Cam. This is like, totally, epic.” His eyes glinted with glee despite his initial worry when her name was read out. Man, he was sooooo envious of her opportunity so he didn't really understand her reaction here. She put her name in there. Why? Just, like, why, if she didn't want to be selected? She should have given someone a chance who DID want to be a champion, ya know? Someone tall and awesome with curly hair... :whistle:

Not that he was bitter or anything... <_<

She didn't need to hear what was going on in his head though, because she was clearly rather distressed right now. Er... Hermione who? Oliver just looked puzzled. “Your wandwork is just fine.” He replied. It was a hell of a lot better than his given the incidence of at the lake last year. Aaaand she turned him green that time in their fifth year and it seemed so effortless to her. Pfft.

“You die and I have to start wearing black all the time and looking like a right miserable sod. I seriously don't rock the goth look.” He smirked through his sarcasm. ..Of course he was going to make light of all this. It was the Oliver way. heh.

And then she started rocking back and forth and Oliver cast Lori and Sarah a worried look when the tears started. He reached out for her hand. “Calm down, Cam. Just breathe, 'kay? This is cool.. this is fine. You'll be fine..” Right? Bloody right! “You're'll be great.” She really needed to believe in herself more.

Thank gawd Sarah was here to tell Lori to shut it in a more subtle way than Oliver could. He watched her converse with Lori. Maan, she was so.. motherly wasn't she? He nodded in agreement. “The cup wouldn't have chosen them otherwise.” Or was it completely random? Now there was a question which shouldn't be asked right now. Heh heh.

Glad that no one seemed to be saying otherwise, Enzo turned and motioned for her students to come near her.

Noel silently sighed a breathe of relief when the boy seemed to be dragged away from an even younger girl. They did not need an even bigger scene at the moment in the middle of this Great Hall, especially with their Headmistress standing right there.

Seeing that she was motioning them to come even closer, his neutral expression did not waver when he glanced at the small distance there actually was, letting his straight posture slouch just the tiniest bit so he could at least look like he was moving closer to pay attention. Well, he himself at least couldn't move any more closer then that, but the others could of course.

Brielle was more than happy when a younger Hog, came to lead the tall rude one away, she was also very happy to see their Headmistress, had come to congratulate them from being selected as champions.....even thought she was late, she was fashionably late.

Turning, she began to walk with Noel over, to their Beckoning Headmistress. Coming to a stop, she placed her hand on her hip, and with her other hair, flicked out her ponytail, it was just something she liked to do.

Jermaine smiled as the young girl drug away the annoying, obnoxious boy who thought it appropriate to interrupt their celebrating with his rude comments. He was glad to see that all students from this school were not as rude as that boy. And to think, Jermaine was staying in the same house as that annoying creature. He didn't know how he had avoided runnung into him thus far but he was thankfull for it. Now to just keep the boy away from him the rest of the term.

Moving closer to their Headmistress he waited to hear what it was she wanted to talk about.

Monique continued twirling her wand absentmindedly staring at the Gryffin-door boy when all of a sudden she heard the Headmistress.

She nearly dropped her wand in surprise. But she didn't. She was much too classy for something so clumsy to happen to her.

"Thank you." she said to the small lion child. At least someone knew what was good for them. Oh, and she was taking the rude jealous boy away. Good.

She then turned her attention to the Headmistress. Why was everyone looking at her? Monique knew she was pretty, but they should all be used to her by now.

Oh yeahhhh.... her wand. "I just just playing with it." she said with an innocent smile. She then stepped toward the Headmistress eager to hear what she had to say.

...

"I don't know..." Carter said looking back at the French people. "Maybe something is wrong with me..." he said looking at the back of his hands.

Maybe he had some weird French disease!

"Dreaming?" he asked tilting his head to the side. "Do you sleepwalk of something?"

Salander, Grayson, & Duncan Donuts <3's
 

*wants to play wif izzzzeh!!!!!!11!!!1!!!1!!!!!!!1111!11!one!!111*
 

Daisy smiled, "Well thank you. I don't think I've ever had anyone pay that much attention to my art work before." She extended her hand to the firstie and polietly said, "Daisy Elizabeth Rohdes. But I got by Daisy."

Marie looked down at Carter's hands when he said maybe there was something wrong with him. She didn't see anything that looked wrong. "You don't look like you have anything wrong to me" now that you aren't waving your arms like a chicken trying to fly away. Unless of course he meant he was sick. "You're not... sick are you?" What if that stupid potion of Destiny's had done something to him other than make him fall in love with her. If that happened then Merlin help Destiny because Marie would hex her into oblivion the next time she seen her.

"Sleepwalk? I don't think I do." she said. "I um, thought I was dreaming because... well... I got the feeling you've been avoiding me since the feast so I thought maybe my mind was playing tricks on me." She still wasn't positive that she wasn't dreaming right now. They did learn that in a false awakening dream you think everything that is happening is real. So really, this could still all be a dream and any minute now she would wake up and find herself in her bed.

Amber giggled. This guy's accent was cracking her up! "As I said before, I put my name in the Goblet to prove a point. Plus I wanted to... uhh, kind of impress someone." She blushed slightly, glancing around the room. It wasn't Onion, DUH!, but it was someone her age. She shifted her feet slightly.

Is he....cooing inwardly??!! XD *<3's the preciousness*
 

Fletcher and Haughtine (yay Roro and Izzy!)
 

A slight grin crossed Grayson's face as she figured Duncan Fletcher had somewhat misunderstood what she'd said. Entirely. But the wink was funny, and oddly intriguing, and a whole lot of other things that she was still getting used to. "Obviously you're confident. I mean, I can't see how anyone could think anything else," she said with a little laugh. "And I never said I would fear any of it. I just said that I thought Headmaster Tate wouldn't let anyone die. You wouldn't have been chosen if you couldn't handle it." Anyone who knew anything about the tournament knew that. Beyond the whole incident with Harry, but even then he'd managed to get through everything. Even though he'd been not much older than her. Actually, a bit younger. And she turned a bemused gaze onto Salander as the firewhiskey was brought up again. "No, wouldn't want that."

Oh, and little Haughtine was speaking to her again. Grayson returned her attention to the little firstie (little being relative, as there can't have been a lot of height difference) and smiled. "Sure. Family name," she said vaguely, with a little nod. She wasn't exactly sure where Northumberland fit into any of it, and she still just thought it was a pretty name. Unique. And then her little annoyance decided to pop up again, but she let Haughtine go on it as she'd at least sort of apologized. "I know. I get that all the time, and trust me, it's annoying. But I think my name fits me. Sorta. I just see it as different. Special, y'know?" She stopped her discussion as a weird look crossed the younger girl's face, and started wondering what exactly was going on. That looked worried. Maybe she'd caught the conversation about Fletcher dying in the tournament or something. She didn't know what, but now the other girl was talking to Fletcher, so she lapsed into silence. She still didn't know why everyone was getting all worried about dragons. And getting maimed, everything else that had been tossed around. Nobody had any faith that they'd survive, apparently, and Grayson wondered if somehow she was more equipped than any of the chosen champions.

Daisy laughed. She loved first year students. "Well my dad is a cook, I inherited that from him. My mom, well she was vain about looks and what not. I think I got a little of that from her but the drawing came to me on my own." She nodded, "But I get what you're saying. Totaly." She smiled and asked, "Do you like to read?"

"Nah. I'm fine." Carter said. He then dropped his voice. "I was just kinda hoping to avoid the life lessons." he said. He turned his head just to make sure the French guy wasn't still around. He was safe.

"I haven't been avoiding you." he said running his hand through his hair. Which was true. He just wasn't looking for her. "Well... err... I should probably get going. But we should catch up sometime..."

"That's good, I'm glad you're alright." Marie said. She really did hate the thought of something being wrong with him. "Oh," she said. It seemed he only called for her so he could get away from the French students. Right, she should have known it wasn't because he really wanted to talk to her.

Feeling like someone had just stabbed her in the chest she held back the tears when Carter said he should get going. She was NOT going to cry in front of him. She would not let him know that he was still hurting her. He may say he wasn't avoiding her but it was obvious now that he didn't want to talk to her. They had only been talking for a couple of minutes and already he was leaving... now that the French students were out of his sight. "Yeah... right... catch up sometime." She had a feeling she knew what that meant. 'Yeah, we'll talk when I need to use you again to get away from someone.'

Now she wished she was dreaming. At least then she would still be able to hold on to the hope that Carter would want to talk to her when he seen her. Now all hope was gone.

you you you and you. and you. <3
 

Daisy, Grayson, Fletch <3
 

LOL Just don't ever actually call her Grace.
 

Grayson turned her bemused gaze back to Duncan Fletcher as he replied to her again. She was seriously going to think of him that way for a while, at least. If not all the time, as it was oddly amusing to cross things out in her head. But right now she was amused by his calling her 'm'lady'. Like they were back, well, she wasn't sure when but back in time a lot. "Of course. When is it not?," she said with a grin, in response, before she struggled not to giggle at the nickname for the headmaster. That was awesome. "I doubt he actually is. Apathetic, at least. I mean, he sort of has to be tough, don't'cha think?," she said, turning a bit thoughtful for a second. "Dying would defeat the purpose of winning the tournament. I think they wouldn't be so careful about who they let enter if it defeated the purpose of holding it. I mean, the possibility makes it exciting. Still don't think the headmaster would let any of you die, though," she continued. Of course, she wouldn't put it past the scary Durmstrang headmaster guy. He looked like if you were in danger of dying, he'd just watch. Maybe with popcorn, although she thought that seemed a bit too playful for scary!man.

And then she saw Haughtine simply nod at her semi-random answer to the discussion about her name. She smiled at the little girl again, figuring the nod had something to do with the unique name thing. They definitely shared that distinction. It remained to be seen if the other girl would prove to be as fun as her, though. No reason to not be nice, anyway. But she hadn't said anything, so her attention quickly went back to the whole tournament discussion/not dying thing. It was too hard not finding that interesting. Besides, she wanted to know what would happen next.