The four champions
Of curse Harry knew every eye in the great hall was on him. Of course he did.
But in truth he was just as shocked.
So what he did, was nothing. He literally didn't react to it whatsoever as if he didn't hear. Pretending to be in a conversation with his friends.
“Harry! P o t t e r!” It sounded again.
This time Harry looked up from his friends. “Yes?” Pretending to have been interrupted mit conversation as if he didn't even pay enough attention to know damn well what was happening.
“Harry Potter, come forward please!” Dumbledore said.
As if this wasn't already awkward enough, of course he had to trip over his own ropes and almost fall. He barely catched himself.
He walked down the seemingly infinite length of the tables. It felt as if he was walking kin slow motion. As if something or someone wanted to make his suffer last longer.
He stepped on the podium.
Bagman was still shaking his head “phenomenal!”
He felt like a criminal that was being searched all over the country.
“Well, go on, Harry!”
He walked past the teachers table.
If his own face wasn't as pale as he knew it was he might have just bursted out laughing at all of their faces.
He heard Bagman mumble “impossible!”
Eventually he made it through the door.
Barely in the cozy little room, the faces turned in question. The portraits started gossiping within seconds.
Victor was propped up against the fireplace
Warrington was fixing his hair by the light of the crackling fire. Harry nodded to him in an intent of greeting wich he either didnt understand or didn’t care about. Or maybe it was just the shock.
Fleur tilted her head in question when he stepped in. “What is it?” She asked, “do we need to goe back in tha ‘all?”
Then Ludo Bagman entered the room.
“Extraordinary!” He whispered, “unbelievable… gentleman- and mesdamme! May I - as incredible as it may sound- introduce your fourth companion in the triwizard tournament!”
Harry thought this guy had an unnecessarily large vocabulary.
Within the last two or three minutes harry was sure he had counted him say ‘unimaginable’ in at least 6 different ways.
After the boys didn't seem to have anything to add Fleur De la Cuer stepped forward in a polite laugh. “I like your ‘umor Mr. Bagman!”
“Humor? Oh! Oh, no! In no way am i joking Mesdame. As stunning…”
There. Again.
“…as this occourence may seem. In some doubious…”
Unlike him, Harry didnt have that much words with the same meaning in his head but -just to make it a point- : Bagman did it again.
“… way, the Goblet has in fact just spewed out Mr. Potters name.”
“But that isn't possible! ‘E is too young!”
“Yes, yes, mesdame, i know. This is a staggering, absurd, yes; mythical…“
Wow! Three in a row. This man was getting creative. Though harry did feel like Bagman slowly ran out of words to call him.
The latter laughed awkwardly
“Well… say… situation…?”
Props to this man! Know 11 words for ‘astounding’ but struggles with ‘situation’…
“Well…”
Harry didn't really keep listening after that. When Dumbledore and Mesdame Maxine came in it was oure chaos anyway.
Dumbledore acted surprisingly c a l m*