"Oui, Madame" The girl smiled, as she watch Noel head towards the Breakfast Buffet, "Zat boy..." she laughed quietly to herself.

Hearing Monique's question Brielle, looked in the Journalist's direction, "I would expect zo, we are, after all ze TriWizard Champions!" Brielle was glad that the English used the French word Champion, it made the translation much easier.....as there was none,
"It may juzt be moi, but I prefer to 'ave my photo tak-" The girls vain remark was cut off by the Hogwarts Headmaster, it seemed the time was nigh.

Smirk. Aw, did she stawtle hiiiim?

It seemed to take a bit of time for the man to react. Maybe he hadn't eaten his breakfast yet. His question made her take another bite of the apple, look at him while she chewed it thoroughly and swallowed, before answering. "It looks like you are trying to melt into the wall...Mister Masterson."

Ah, the stupidity continues. Giving Masterson a look of boredom, she turned her attention to the Headmaster, who seemed eager to have the Wandmaker start the weighing. As probably lots of people here wanted aswell.

"Esta locura...insane people..." Mumble mumble.

And chew chew chew apple.



Aaaaaaaand they were gone. Did this mean the Professors could get the hell out of here?

Sylvie gave a slight sigh of relief upon hearing her name. Being called Welton all the time was taking some getting used to. Oddly, she felt like her brother when people called her that. "Yes, it sure looks like it....and please, do call me Sylvie. Professor Welton does make me feel a bit old," she replied.

Glancing over to Tate, she nodded. It looked like they were all getting on to the actual weighting of the wands now.

Quickly, she glanced at her other colleagues for a moment, were they to follow now?

He wondered why were they all so pretty. It was almost abnormal, how pretty they were.

Orlando Renaldi nervously waddled entered the reception area with a very shiny, new camera dangling down his neck. He wasn't sure how he had gotten the position but he had so here he was. A mixture of nervousness and excitement ran through the fourteen year old - while he tried to go through the rather simple plan of not gawking at the exceptionally pretty girls and boys and just snap snap snap.

Yes.

CLICK AND SNAP.

See a pretty face and snap away.

And of course try and not stare and blush if they stare back. Stupid newly found teenage hormones.

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Smirk. Aw, did she stawtle hiiiim?

It seemed to take a bit of time for the man to react. Maybe he hadn't eaten his breakfast yet. His question made her take another bite of the apple, look at him while she chewed it thoroughly and swallowed, before answering. "It looks like you are trying to melt into the wall...Mister Masterson."

"Oh." Constantine turned around and looked at the wall. How absurd. He couldn't melt into the wall. His clothing colour and the wall colour didn't match.

"Just, uh," he continued, turning around to face her again, "Staying out of the way. You know."

"Jeremie..." she said smiling and giving him a slight nod. "Join us." She said with a smile.

His plate of food vanished in a span of 10 minutes and now Vindictus was watching the ceremony intently. Suddenly, it was Miles's turn . . . a Ravenclaw . . . his House.

He inhaled loudly and both hands covered his nose and mouth. Max watched each move carefully. Miles handed his wand over . . . the wand maker took it . . . a spell was performed . . . it passed!

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"WOO HOO! WAY TO GO, MILES!" Vindictus exclaimed rather loudly as he jumped out of his seat and threw his hands into the air as if he just won a race.

"That's m'boy!" he grinned proudly as he straightened his robes and returned to his seat.

...

She shook her head. Yes, she was supporting HER champion. The Slytherin Champion... Raiden Kururugi. But she wasn't outwardly blatant about it. "Professor Vindictus, I'm sure you will also want to congratulate the other students who got chosen..." She said not looking at him and sipping her coffee.

"Don't you ever lighten up?" Vindictus retorted and flashed a thumbs up to Raiden. What ever happened to his ears and tail? Hmm . . . .

... Lighten up? LIGHTEN UP?! "Oh Yes," she said sarcastically, "I should act more like you." He was a right git.

"You should because students aren't scared of me," Vindictus replied matter-of-factly. Well, she did set a few students on fire last term. "I act human." Perhaps you should look it up in the dictionary, Hecate.

Trying to get good angles with her camera as each student stepped forward with their wand, Kenzie grabs a bagel as Miles came forward. Smiling she takes a bite, adjusting the camera, she snaps a picture as he stood there with his wand ready.

She'd still make sure to get them all individually but it was still nice to have the different ones with the wand maker during the ceremony.

Muttering 'ah, sure' at Prof. Saylen who sort of looked emotionless and wearing that this-is-stupid kind of facial expression, Cedric then cocked his head and faced the red-head girl who just spoke to him.

What was HE doing here? Well, was she happy to see him? Or even thrilled? Hehe.

"I'm uh, Quill Head Photographer? I'll ask questions, take pictures, and guess what? I'm about to shoot you one," SNAP! There went the dazing momentary flaming of the lens of his camera, and yeehaw! Pygie!Owner photo had been flawlessly taken.

Now he best be taking photos of the other champions as they traverse to the spot where their wands would be weighed. Ah, he was loving his job. It was way too splendid, so solacing in point of fact. In all aspects, it was like he was just doing and actually mastering a personal hobby.

Love. Weird man. What was it with the whole 'love' thing? She didn't KNOW him..
He reminded her of Oliver. He sounded like a really old man whenev' he said 'love.' Made him seem so serious and unOliverish.

Wait.. WHUTTtTTtt!!

0___________o

Had he just said .. Greenwood? Oh man.. This was THE Nathan? Pixies. This was Oliver's brother.

*gulp*

His FAMILY! ...MEEEP.
As if people taking photo's wasn't petrifying enough..
"It's a .. Erm.. *cough* pleasure to meet you too Mr. Greenwood." She wasn't good at formal ..

Brave. Right now, she felt anything but. "'S'posed to be.. I don't really think I am." No. Not really.
"It's an honor," She repeated in a slight monotone. She'd repeated it so many times.

Erk,

Cedric.

He WAS?

"Oh.. dude, no pho-" But her protest was cut off by a blinding flash.

Curse his cheeky smile! She glared at him.
"You're supposed to WARN people..." *scowl*

Seriously? Was he actually thinking of trying to melt into the stone wall? This man seemed odder and oddddder to Maya.

Staying out of the way. Huh. She licked her lips again, then took on a confused expression. "No. I don't know." What a preposterous idea. Ofcourse you had to be visible - claim your place in this world.

Maya glanced at her apple core. "Oh, will you look at that. I need a refill." More ammo. She was just about to walk off when a noise made her turn to the Flying Professor. Was he... cheering? o_O

So she took a moment to stand there and shake her head.
And then the apple core went flying over people's heads and across the room...

Nathan nodded. “It's one of those things isn't it? You either love it or hate it. I think I'd fall into the 'hate it' category.” He chuckled lightly.

A little tight? Nathan was puzzled. Kenzie was gaining weight rapidly.. around the belly area apparently. Or.. “Oh.. are you pregnant?” He said it before he could stop himself. Merlin, she had better not just be getting fat otherwise this would be rather embarrassing. Nate looked at her sheepishly.

Cameron seemed so uncomfortable... like she really didn't want to be here. Nathan could understand and he gave her a reassuring look as she coughed ans stuttered her reply. Mr Greenwood? Oh no no no. “Please, it's just Nathan, love. Mr Greenwood is my father.” Merlin, he was getting too old to be saying things like that..

Poor, poor lassy wasn't even excited about the event. “I'm sure the adrenaline will kick in come the first task. It's a shame you kids can't just get on with it without.. this.” The press stuff.. the whole having to socialise and make small talk with people you don't even know. Although Nathan could be rather gregarious, it was usually in the company of a firewhiskey and the habitants of the Leaky Cauldron.

Merlin.. but she was familiar.

He squinted at her. Leaky Cauldron? Um.. “Did you used to work in the Leak-" He was cut off as something hit him in the back of the head. Hard. He fliched and frowned.

Rubbing the back of his head, he looked down at the missile that had landed by his foot. An apple core? He turned to look around for the culprit, thinking it must have been one of the students but there was no one looking suspicious. He turned back to Cameron to find her scowling down the lens of another camera. He smiled a little. Poor lass. That was going to be a unflattering picture...

His hazel eyes briefly drifted towards an older looking man next to where Kimber and Hecate were sitting. Who was he again? Something made him doubt he was a Hogwarts Professor, though he did remember him sitting at the Staff Table. Riiiiight...was he part of one of the two foreign schools?

Glad both women apparently approved of him joining them, Jeremy gave both of them his trademark grin. "Why thank you, I'd love to." Pulling out a vacant chair, he plopped down in it before starting to pick on his tie. It was waaaay too tight for his liking.



With a small start when somebody starting shouting about the room and clapping their hands, Jeremy turned an amused gaze on the man who had caused the small tantrum. How sweet. Though, judging by the following discussion which ensued between the man and Hecate, the latter didn't agree with him.

An amused smirk on his lips, Jeremy turned to cock an eyebrow at Kimber questioningly. "Who's he again?" He whispered, leaning towards her slightly, so the person in question wouldn't overhear, while inclining his head towards the man (Max) barely noticably. Maybe some day he would know who was a fellow staff member and who wasn't.

Sylvie. Di had been quick to realize that the Hogwarts professors preferred first names, but that did not mean she was equally quick to adopt their preference. But yes, she had given it a try.

"Funnily enough, being called Professor Markovic surprises me," Di smiled. "I feel rather... young." Too young to be called that, that is. "You can call me Di, Sylvie."

Di. Not Vina. Never Vina, like some people did. That sounded like the name of some sort of exotic plant.

FLASH.

It was like a light bulb going off, right in her face. Di blinked, quite certain that the boy had not been snapping a picture of her. But he was standing rather close to her which meant it was harder to escape the brightness that resulted from his camera, as compared to the other cameras that were going flash!flash every now and then.

Ah well. Inward shruuggg. Di took a smaaaall step away from the young boy and his camera.

Di. Yes, Sylvie could remember that for sure. First names were always easier to remember.

"I'm actually still getting used to be called Professor Welton as well, I'm just so used to being called Sylvie, I guess." It was always Sylvie for her. Never Imogen, well never to those that didn't know her and all. Sylvie was more fitting.

Noticing the flash, she looked in that direction. Yes, it really did appear that the excitement was beginning and by the sounds of Professor Vindi...Max, the weighting had finally started.

Her whole body posture slouched a little more at the mention of 'THE' Greenwood. A scowl graced her and she crossed her arms over her chest and eyed the tall, thin man with disdain. "I'll be sure to make the distinction, Nathan." Evil, evil Emmanuel. She couldn't even keep the dislike from her voice. She frowned. He looked a liiiiiiiiittle bit like Oliver. Just a little. They're were both lanky. But Nathan seemed relaxed, chillaxed. Their personalities were worlds apart. That made her smile.

Ad-ren-aline. That was.. OH. Heh. Well.. that wasn't a good thing considering Cameron's first instinct would be to scream and ... scream again.
"This being the lame press conferencey thingummies?" Duh. It'd be somewhat bearable if people weren't trying to shove 'the way she should be feeling' and flashy things in her face. Erk.

She stared longingly at the food table. But her eyes fell on mangoes and she made a disgusted face. EW. What a gross fruit. It was all slimy and yellow. She didn't like yellow very much.

But her attention was VERY much on the man in front of her - her boyfriend's brother, when he uttered those unforgivable words. Her hand went to his mouth and her eyes widened in horrror. He would NOT recognise her. That was soooooooo embarassing. Imagine meeting your brother's girlfriend and recognising her from the pub. Consequently.. hwo DID he recognise her from there? She usually worked the mornings. And by mornings she meant before any sane person was awake.

....


Apple core?

0_________o

WTF?

She quickly put her hands behind her back and offered him a smile.

Erm..

"Leaky Cauldron?" She offered weakly. "Me?" She asked him feigning suprise. "...'Course not.." AHEM.

Nathan was a little taken aback when he detected what seemed like malice in the little redheaded girl's voice. His heavily lidded eyes opened a little wider and he blinked, confused. Had he said something wrong? Was this girl really so uncomfortable in this setting? But she was smiling a moment later and Nathan decided that he was obviously reading things wrongly. He did that a lot.

He nodded. “Yes. All the photos and questions. It would be what put me off putting my name forward if I'd ever had this opportunity.” He chuckled lightly. “I'm sure you just want to get on with battling dragons and what not, don't you?” She looked like she could take on a dragon did this little redheaded hurricane.

She looked so frightened. Nathan looked at her, his body language relaxed and open, willing her to just... chillax... like he was. There was no need for the rabbit in the headlights look she had going on.

But she WAS familiar...

Forgetting the apple core and his head being used as a target, he frowned ever so slightly when she said she had never worked in the Leaky. How strange. “You jus' seem so familiar.” He mumbled, slighlty embarrassed and scratched the back of his head.

He glanced at the boy taking unflattering candids and back at the girl.

Wait a second...

Unflattering photographs?

Gawk.

“You're..” WAIT FOR IT... wait for eeeeeeeeeeeeett...

Lightbulb.

PING!

He KNEW he knew that face! He'd seen that face in an unflattering photograph of her and Ollie! “You're Cameron Caddock? You're Oliver's girl!” He grinned at the wee lassy. “Merlin. It's a real pleasure.” He held out his hand to shake hers. “I've heard so much about you. I had no idea you were a champion.” She was cute. Oliver was a lucky lad indeed.

Di smiled. "I can relate to that," she said. "I've taught before I -" How to word it? "Came to Hogwarts." Yes. That sounded nicely worded... enough. "So it doesn't bother me anymore. But it sounded rather strange in the start. I guess having to get used to a 'prefix' is something most new teachers go through."

Smaaaall smiiile.

"So Sylvie... what did you do before you accepted a position at Hogwarts? If you wish to discuss it, of course," Di added quickly. Ughughugh, she had done it again. Small talk. She was terrible at making small talk, she knew that. Why had she even tried?

Eh.man.U.elle. She didn't LIKE him. Not one bit. At all. Not a tad. Sort of the fry-pan-hit-head scenario if she ever met him. Probably her shoe, perhaps. She doubted she'd be in a kitchen when she met him. No. A shoe then. Hopefully she'd be wearing a pointy one. And then she'd doink him on the head a couple of times.

The Prefect wasn't condoning violence of her boyfriend's father. 'COURSE not.

Merlin.. of all the people he could've spoken to, he'd picked her. HER in her socially awkward, people avoiding, self-hatingness. *scowl*

She nodded with a small smile. "I didn't expect it to be honest. I thought the triwizard tournament would be all valiant knights and slaying sphinxes not this.. press shindig." And frankly, the flashy lights were depressing her more than the thought of being eaten by a dragon.
Speaking of which.. this bouncy man seemed to think it was fun. Oh merlin. ""Course? Who doesn't want to die at the hands of a 20 ft man-eating, scaly monster?" She didn't think she'd be very appetizing. She was small. And.. red. OHMAN. She was like a siren. The dragon would be like 'LOOKITlittleredflameything" and run straight towards her. *scowl*

Getting peered at by someone was awkward. More so, when he recognised her from a pub. Thrice as much when he was your bf's brother. *gulp*
Familiar. She cast him an apologetic smile. "I really don' think so.."

But he wasn't finished. He was CERTAIN he knew her.

Oh man.. he was going to guess wasn't he?

"You're..."

What? Ugly? Small? Unconventional? Unsocial?

HMM?

Oh.

OH*FACEPALM*

Oliver's girl. She CRIIIIIIIIIIIINGED. That made her sound like a doll. "Girlfriend," She corrected, blinking at him as he seemed absolutely delighted at this discovery. "I'm no.. fangirl," She muttered. Because those girls were annoying and blonde and flicked their hair.



*blink*

She didn't know whether to take his enthusiasm at recognising her as his younger brother's girlfriend as a compliment or not. She shook his hand anyway. It would be rude, otherwise. "Umm.. thankyou, I suppose." Wait.. he heard so much about her? Oh man.. WHAT had Oliver been saying? *CRINNNNNGE* That was embarassing. She made an apologetic face. "I'm not as.. erm.. just not as much of whatever Oliver's made me out to be." What HAD he said? "All sort of kind of good, I hope?" She asked in a feeble voice.

"Yeah.. it was a suprise to everyone." Heh..

After grabbing herself a chocolate croissant, Enzo took her seat and slowly ate at the pastry while the other students (that were not hers) had their wands checked out. It was only when Monique and Noel had their turn, did she stop and clap in approval.

Laughing lightly along with him "I fear I fall under the same. I don't mind doing pictures as long as there not for me."

Oooo, Egypt hadn't told him yet, she thought with a smile appearing on her face. "Yes, we're expecting a little one in April." Seeing his sheepish look, she laughs again "Not always the easiest question to ask is it?"