Kellen Stern. That was not appropriate. However, Raiden was too focused on his own current situation to really worry about Kellen being a bit of a prat in Lexi's direction.

...sometimes, he was really, really grateful for Kellen. Now was one of those times. His comment actually brought Raiden a laugh and a bit of a smile, and the prefect's hand moved to his ear, working at the earring there.

Should probably... er... take that out during the... tasks.

Merlin, this had not really been a well-thought out decision.

"Well... he's Sabel. He'd likely trip over himself and end up... well dead."

He was very aware of his feet just then. Huh.

"I don't particularly want Sabel to be dead," Kellen mused. "You're leaving at the end of this year and I'd have to hold auditions for a new best friend. That's too much work."

He watched Raiden fiddling with his earring for a bit, then commented, "So what now?"

Seriously? Marie was just standing there? Couldn't she see that now was the perfect time to apologize to him and save him? Or just save him. He'd be happy with that too.

"Hey. Hey. Hey Marie." he said waving his arms around a bit more. Maybe she still didn't see him?

"I think I might have to raincheck your offer Mr. French Guy." he said.

Yeah... he decided Marie wasn't going to do anything. He'd have to do it himself.

"I've got to... err... talk with my... err... girlfriend... type... person..." he said unsure of what to call the relationship.

Oh Merlin. Kellen Stern, how you wound us.

Raiden tried to not laugh at the comment, he really did, because it was mean and Kellen was being such a prat. But he was being a good-natured prat, and Raiden could tell that his intentions weren't malicious. Even if he didn't mean it to be that way, it was making Raiden feel a little bit better.

Much more calm and in his normal place.

"I'm sure there's someone around that you'd be compatible with. Maybe a nice Hufflepuff or something."

What now?

"I really... I don't know."

This was not a situation he'd ever been in before. Flaming cups shooting his name out and declaring him for a shot at 'eternal glory' and all that.

The Gryffindor sauntered into the Hall - late as usual - and looked around.

Oh.. had they announced the names already?

Oh. She kinda wished she'd woken up earlier and made an effort to get there on time. Shame. She would've liked to see the Goblet go off. That would've been cool.

AH! Trixie. Now there was someone who'd know what was going on. Meandering over to her, she tapped her on the shoulder and smiled. "So.. what went down?"

Monique turned her attention to the Goblet and anxiously awaited the results. She beamed as the Hogwarts Headmaster read her name.

Monique Bernard was now a champion of Beauxbatons. She'd have to write home and let them know all about it.

She looked around trying to determine who the other champions were. She did recognize one name that was listed - Raiden - the extrêmement beau Snake boy.

Perhaps she could congratulate him?

She decided it could wait, right now she needed to congratulate her fellow schoolmates. All of which seemed to have wandered away from her a bit.

"Let him go Jermaine. Monsieur..." tomato head "Carter... I believe... wants to talk to that girl." she said to Jermaine about the little lion boy. "We should be going anyway. We need to find and congratulate Brielle and Noel."

Kellen sent a grin Raiden's way, glad to see that the prefect was relaxing again. Even if he was trying to maintain his prefect-ness and whatever.

"A Hufflepuff? Oh, doubtful, Arya would be devastated about Sabel and besides!" Oh sweet Morgana he could finally tell someone this! "She does weird things with french fries and chocolate milkshakes. We're completely unsuited, that's all there is to that."

And, you know... it wasn't like there were any other Hufflepuffs? Shush logic, go away.

"Don't you have to go get pictures taken and get crammed in a closet or something?" Wasn't that how it had happened with Harry Potter? Or something close to?

Emmaleigh had stood at the back of the room listening to the Headmaster announce the Champions. It was no surprise that she didn't know any of the Hogwarts Champions, because she hadn't met any older students yet. But the names did sound familiar. She was pretty sure that Raiden guy was the Slytherin Prefect from the DADA lesson, and wasn't ...hmm, Duncan Fletcher? was he a Hufflepuff? she thought she remembered someone saying his name. maybe...

"Congratuations Cameron, Raiden. Miles and Duncan" Rex told them all " hogWarts for the win" Rex said to them.

So, Lorelai did NOT care who the other Hogwarts champions were, only a tiddly bit, because she had a bone to go pick with CAMELOT! If her best friend died out there, Lori was holding YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND YOU! responsible. This like... Wasn't faaaiiiirrrrrr.

Her bottom lip wibbles a little bit as her head thrashed side to side looking for the redheaded prefect. She came across Miles and Raiden in her lookings and just gave them a small smile.

THERE! THERE WAS CAMMY!

"Camelot Caddock! What did you doooooooooooo?!" Her voice wasn't loud exactly but it wasn't normal either. Heading RIGHT over there to the little madam, Lori frowned. She wasn't loosing another best friend. Nope. Just couldn't do it. Please don't make us lose one.

Finally, after getting through a few people, Lori frowned again as she hugged Camelot. "Don't die, Camelot. Please?" oh, and silent congratulations.

Jermaine laughed a little at the young lions reaction. Of course he wasn't serious about Brielle and Monique eating their prey but he wasn't going to let this little guy know that... yet.

Just then there was a loud voice announcing the names of the champions. Turning his attention towards the Goblet of Fire he listened carefully for his name. Name after name was called, including those of his three school mates that were with him, but he did not hear his own name. And then he heard it. His name had been called as one of the champions for Beauxbatons. Before he had a chance to celebrate though he needed to help his little friend out here.

"Zank you," he said when little Carter congratulated him. And then...

What was wrong with that boy? Why was he waving his arms like that? And who was this Marie he was yelling for? Looking in the direction of his young friend he noticed a young blonde girl looking in their direction. Hmm, was this the Marie he was talking about?

And then Carter was waving his arms even more and calling for Marie even louder. "If you want to get ze attention of your cute little girlfriend-type-person I suggest you go over to her instead of waving your arms like a bird trying to fly away." he said. Yes, this one could definitely use some lessons on how to interact with beautiful girls.

Oh, and there was Monique, standing right beside him now. "I agree, it seems my young friend here is a tad bit smitten with zis Marie over there." he said. He then removed his arm from Carter. "Go, talk to her. And whatever you do, don't keep waving your arms like zat, you wouldn't want to accidently hit her."

Turning back to Monique he made a mental note to find Carter later and give him those lessons on how to act around girls.

"Congratulations, we are sure to win ze championship with all of us working togezer." he said to Monique as he hugged her and gave her a kiss. "Yes, let's go find zem and celebrate." This was certainly a reason to celebrate. All four of their names had been called to be champions.

She heard a glittery voice.

She wasn't sure if voices could be glittery, but for all intensive purposes, Lolly's voice was glittery. It just had.. glittery bits to it. Yep. Or at least that's how Cameron would describe it.

And currently, said glittery voice was screaming her name [or given name] over the halls occupants. Man.. that chikka did know how to to inconspicuous.

Not.

What did she do?

Errrrrmmm..

She.. woke up late? "Twasn't my fault, Loriiiiiiiiii!" She whinged, rubbing her eyes. "I didn't mean to miss it. Like seriously, I kinda wanted to see who'd won. But yeah, I slept it." *yawn* Yeah. But when had Cameron ever turned up to something on time? Yeah. Never.

Then she was frowning, the crinkly bits of her brow making her look old and Cameron couldn't resist the urge to laugh a little as the height-same girl squished her. "What's wrong with you?" She asked, as her arms were pressed to her sides by the brunette. "I know you missed me.. buhhhhtt.." She laughed.

And then it stopped.

Don't.. die?

Erm..

"Lori.. want to be any MORE morbid?" Like seriously. No HELLO or anything. Just - don't die.

"I'll try not to.." Hogwarts wasn't that dangerous, right?

Erm..

Congratulations for what?

She blinked at Rex. "What are you on about, tot?" What a weird child. Hogwarts for the win?

Um..

HUH!?

Hmpf! HMPF! HMMMMPFFFFFFF!

Shooting a look at Cam that kinda said, 'what are YOU talking about WOMAN?!' and then raising an eyebrow, Lori was evidently now aware that Cameron had MISSED the ruddy events, and now Lori wa going to have to relay them to her herself. "ooooh. Eh" Was all she could manage right now.

Hehe. "Morbid is fun. But I was being serious. Don't die in this tournament, Camelot. I'm proud of you and all, you're a champion! But please don't die?"

Cue another squish <3

oooh. Eh.

Great answer Lori. HMPH. "I really didn't mean to.." She felt like a little kid being scolded and she didn't really like it. Not. one. bit. HMPH.

Cameron sighed. Honestly. People thought SHE was weird. Lori was ranting about..

*MEEEEEP*

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SHE was a WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

*cue hysterics*

"I'm a WHUT!?" Oh man.. she'd KNOWN, KNOWN putting her name in the cupthingymabob would've been a bad idea. BAD BAD BAD idea and NOW LOOOOOK! Cameron's bottom lip wibbled before she clutched Lori's arm for support.

"Lollllly.." She wailed. "I'm going to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!" Oh man.. *hyperventilate* SHE WAS GOING TO DIE! She was hopeless at magicks and they'd PICKED HER!? Was that cup normal? She was going to request a redrawthingy. Like. PRONTO. Because the Cup was stupid. She wasn't right for it! She was BADBADBAD! Oh..

*wibble*

THIS WAS TERRRRRRRRRRIBLE.

She needed Oliver. A big squishy hug and him saying it was going to be okay. *gulp* BUT IT WASN'T!
There'd be dragons and spiders and OTHER BIG AND SCARY THINGS. *sniffle* She was going to fail. FAILFAILFAIL. She could almost HEAR the disappointment of her housemates when the penultimate day of her death came. Not because she'd died, no, because she'd lost. No one would be sad. They'd be happy.

*sniffles*

There was so much excitement going on! She smiled as everyone congratulated each other. She offered congratulations to others based on who did what... since she didn't know any of the others that were named. Not really, anyway. Though Raiden seemed to panic as someone mentioned dragons... and then... he didn't look so good! She'd thought about running off to get a healer or something if no one else did, but then he looked like he was doing better. Oh... OH!! Oh no! She looked a little panicked as she remembered, and that she wasn't supposed to talk about it with Raiden (which was still a little strange but somehow it all made sense right now) and so she scrambled back over to Eli as though her world was set on fire. "Raiden was chosen!" she shouted, then lowered her voice. "Between this and Quidditch... oh, what should we do?!"

"Pleased to meet you Haughtine!"Salander greeted the young girl back. He nodded when Grayson answered who have dropped their names into the Goblet. "Just thought I'd give it a try... you know like the lottery." he grinned. Deep down he knew he hadn't a snowball's chance in hell of getting selected, but that hasnt stopped him from trying his luck, given that a billion people never quit playing the lottery either.

He fell silent as his attention focused on Headmaster Tate entering the Age Line. He leaned over to the two girls without taking his eyes off the Headmaster "I think theres gonna be an announcement..."


Salander clapped vigorously upon recognizing the name of the Slytherin Prefect and whistled loudly in celebration. Yeah, familiarizing himself with the Common Room looks to be paying off as he now recognizes the name that should go with the face. He continued to clap with each name being called out of the Goblet, until he heard this...

... and Salander's hands freezes mid-clap as his eyes grew large. Did he hear that right? Firewhiskey Fletcher? The GlitterPuff selected as a Hogwarts Champion? He blinked several times as he slowly resumed clapping, then started to laugh. Now he really had a reason to badger the Badger for that drink. It was certainly unexpected, as Salander didnt notice any shiny badges on Fletcher when he was talking to him, unlike the other Hogwarts Champions. It was part of the reason why Salander never thought twice of annoying approaching him.

As he looked upon the 3 Hogwarts Champions that have converged and being congratulated by well wishers, he scanned the crowd for that familiar face. Where was the GlitterPuff? "Anybody seen Fletcher?" he wondered aloud.

Ugh... "This is ridiculous..." Mumbling mumbling.

Sighing and rolling her eyes at the sheer stupidty of this 'game', Maya looked around, seeing students' fear, happyness and...stupidity. She didn't know who they were trying to impress, but one thing was sure, more than half of them might not even be alive when this 'game' was all over.

Congratulating the champions? Hah! You'd be stupid to think she would.
With a small shake of her head, Maya turned on her heels and walked back out to the grounds.

This was it.

*grin*

Oliver was CERTAIN he would be selected cos, lets face it, he was awesome and oh so worthy to be a champion. But... as Tate read out the names, it became increasingly obvious that he wasn't going to be. His face fell into a pout when the last name was read out and it wasn't his.

...

It was, however, a familiar name. A VERY familiar name. Even so, it took a few moments for it to sink in to the Head Boy's twitchy brain.

Cameron.

CAMERON!

Oh my...

Jeez!

The boy's face drained of so much colour that his lips went white. Cameron.. his girlfriend.. had been selected as one of the Hogwarts champions.

And there she was, with Lori. Oliver took a moment to compose himself.. he didn't want to look worried when he went over to see her... or to be pouting like a spoilt brat because he wasn't deemed worthy to be a champion when she was.. because that would just worry her.

Gulp.

He sauntered over, forcing a broad smile like the Snakey pro he was. He heard the tail end of her conversation with the Huffie Prefect as he approached the pair. “Don't be a daft mare, Lorelai.” Smirky!Smirk.

But seriously...

“You better bloody not....” He added and looked back at the Gryffie.

“Congrats, babe.”

Cos congrats were in order here, right?

The horror-struck Gryffindor turned from her best friend to Oliver.

Better not? Course she was going to die. She eyed him. "Do I look like a Hermione bloody whats her face to you? NO! I am not some super wand wielder queeny champion shizz bucket!" Her absolute terror at the idea was turning her language a tad more colourful than usual.

"ohi'mgoingtodie..i'mgoingtodie," She whispered to herself, rocking back and forth. Oh merlin, merlin, merlin, MERLIN save her!

She didn't notice the fact that Oliver looked a little peaky. Nope. She only heard his Congratulations which cut her through her inner ranting.

Dragons were going to get her, OH MY - "huh?" Congratulations? She poked his cheek. "Are you sane, boy? Like.. seriously? Congratulations? This is the worst thing that has EVER happened to Hogwarts." Taking herself out of the equation obviously. It didn't matter. Nooooo, she was going to embarass her WHOLE BLOODY SCHOOL.

*pout*

And people had just started to like her.

Fletcher just happened to come strolling out of the kitchens, chomping on a thick turkey sandwich with one hand, when lo and behold, what did he see in the Great Hall?

Nothing, really, because it was too jam-packed with students for him to be able to see. There was obviously some applauding and cheering going on, and Fletcher could see a few Prefects scattered toward the center of the group, but he was really otherwise clueless to what the Goblet of Fire had just announced.

Huh. The boy shrugged and was about to head outside to enjoy his sandwich in peace when he spotted The Great Interrupter..... ie, Salander Whateverhisnamewas.

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... and Salander's hands freezes mid-clap as his eyes grew large. Did he hear that right? Firewhiskey Fletcher? The GlitterPuff selected as a Hogwarts Champion? He blinked several times as he slowly resumed clapping, then started to laugh. Now he really had a reason to badger the Badger for that drink. It was certainly unexpected, as Salander didnt notice any shiny badges on Fletcher when he was talking to him, unlike the other Hogwarts Champions. It was part of the reason why Salander never thought twice of annoying approaching him.

As he looked upon the 3 Hogwarts Champions that have converged and being congratulated by well wishers, he scanned the crowd for that familiar face. Where was the GlitterPuff? "Anybody seen Fletcher?" he wondered aloud.

"Yeah whutttttt?" Fletcher called out through a mouthful of turkey. "Scwhutsgoinon?" He lazily wandered over to Salander and leaned an elbow on his shoulder, peering over shorter students' heads to see. "Ish that Tatertot oberderr?"

Well Sarah had not put her name in the cup, so didn't really see the need to get there urgently. She'd find out the names of the competitors eventually - like now, as she wandered down to the ground floor and saw loads of people crowding around the age line. With the cup now looking different, she squinted at the people and tried to find someone she knew.

Spotting a rather worried looking Lori, Cam and Oliver, Sarah frowned. What on earth had happened? Elbowing her way through, with a few "Excuse me. Pardon me's" she reached them, and gave them a quizzical look. "Hey guys. Did they announce the names already?" Or are you lot worried about something else?

.... O_O

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Not faiiiir!

Lori wasn't jealous, of course she wasn't. She may have put her name in that cup thing, but she kinda didn't want it at all. It was trouble. More trouble than this prefect malarky. Merlin, this Prefect stuff was hard and like... CAMMY KNEW THATTTT!

Frowning as Cammy repeated the dying comment, Lori gave her another squish only to frown even more as they were joined by Glitter!Poodle. "Don't call me thattttt, it's Lori! And shush. We're busy flailing over this... Eh."

OH SARAH! THANK MERLIN! Lori was certain this stuff with Cam and Oliver was going to get mushy-- and there it was. Cheek poking. Erk.

"They announced them.... C-c-Cammy... Raiden, Miles and some kid called Duncan Fletcher are for Hogwarts. I didn't listen for the other schooooooools. S-S-Sarahhhh! THEY MIGHT DIEEEE!" Oh how she loved involuntary loudness.

Sob.

"OH MY MERLIN!"

Sarah's mouth dropped open as Lori wailed the news to her. She knew all those people! Well apart from this Fletcher guy, him she didn't know, but still... Looking from Cam to Oliver to Lori and back again, she was completely dumstruck for several seconds, trying to decide whether having half the Prefect team take part was a good thing or not. Well, this was a dangerous competition, nothing was really good about it whoever they were.

And then of course there was the whole 'THEY MIGHT DIEEEE' comment. Lori sometimes went a little overboard in her reactions, but this wasn't one of those times. What could you say to that? "Noooo, no-one will dieeeee," Sarah consoled her, arm around her shoulders. "These guys are all of age, and experianced enough to cope...Right Oliver, Cam?" Hmm, maybe Cam wasn't the best person to ask. Poor girl looked like she was about to keel over. "You'll do fine. All of you. I can feel it." Somewhere, deep inside.

Gulp.

"Cammy, do not worry" Rex told her. " You are a gryffindor, a lion. embrace your beeing picked' Rex said to Cammy. " You are our prefect and this lion will make sure all of the other Grryffindors will be rooting you on and making sure you ddo bot get hurt" Rex explained to her smiling.

Shaking her head Daisy laughed, "I wish I knew a charm to make the flames move but alas, Charms is not my forte." She showed the girl the picture of the goblet that was completed. Her initials D.E.R signed at the base like a secretive kiss. She looked at the cup and sighed.