Triwizard Champions
She sighed; somewhat disheartened by the fact that she will not be able to ask the only person that makes her travel halfway across Europe and her stay in a faraway land void of all the comforts of her home provides a bit bearable to the formal dance on Christmas Eve – which had become her fixation ever since the night she had learned the girl’s name.
It was on the night when the Hogwarts’ Headmaster announced the three champions from the three magical schools in Europe to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
She was instantaneously entranced by Miss Waverly Earp’s beauty and elegance who happened to be chosen as Beauxbaton’s champion and whilst she was pleased to finally know the girl’s name whom she had met in the most cliché’ way on their first night at Hogwarts– coincidentally bumping into each other around the corner– she wasn’t thrilled to learn that she will be competing against her in the tournament, as she too, was chosen to be Dumstrang’s champion.
“Come on now. You’re Nicole Haught, You’re the Nicole Haught, Dumstrang’s finest student and champion, and not to mention a famous Quidditch player. You can ask anyone out, literally anyone.
“Yes, except the one I actually want to go with.” She sighed again and an arm circled around her shoulders.
“I’m quite sure you’ve got a long queue of ladies and gents just waiting for your selection, Nicole. You are famous after all.”
She rolled her eyes at her friend, Xavier Dolls, who had been trying to cheer her slightly broken heart up. “Unfortunately, my stardom cannot help me with my current circumstances at all. Being prominent does not guarantee me everything.”
“It’s kind of just fair, isn’t it? You already got the looks, the brain and the luxury… I mean, I would literally dissent if you really get everything you want and more. At least leave something for the lowlife wizards like me.”
A group of immaculate students wearing pale blue silk robes passed by then and amongst them was the lady she had been fancying about, utterly unaware of the struggles Nicole had been having ever since their arrival at Hogwarts.
She groaned; enraged that another chance of asking the Beauxbaton’s champion as her date literally passed her by, yet again. “I do not understand why two champions can’t attend the Yule ball together. Who, in their god-forsaken bright minds, suggested that?”
“Well, first of, the founding fathers of the three schools suggested that and secondly, it’s tradition, a customary state that had been going on and on for hundreds of years now. I highly doubt if they’ll alter the hundred years worth of history only for your convenience. Would you like me to explain the how the Triwizard Tournament’s history works again for the nth time?”
“No, thank you.” She stood up and fixed her furry blood-red robe. “I guess I have to start checking that long list that you’re blabbing about.”
“Oh and for the sake of your heart and mind’s peace, or not, I don’t know…” Her friend’s short pause had caused her to roll her eyes and shake her head. Her friend‘s theatrics never cease to amaze her. “I heard Waverly hasn’t accepted anyone’s invitation yet.”
Nicole’s face lit up and she sat back down next to her friend. “That’s great, I mean, now you could ask her to the dance. I’ll be at ease to know that you’re her partner and not some other guy.”
Dolls stood up, brushing his robe off of dust. “Sorry but I already ask her sister out. But good luck on your head hunting though, hope you get a partner before she does.”
And then her friend walked away, totally ignoring her as she cried out loud, “Oh come on Dolls, that didn’t help at all.”