Passive agressive
Dear Sirius,
You told me to keep you posted on what's happening at Hogwarts, so here goes – I don't know if you've heard, but the Triwizard Tournament's happening this year and on Saturday night I got picked as a fourth champion. I don't know who put my name in the Goblet of Fire, because I didn't. The other Hogwarts champion is Cassius Warrington, from Slytherin!! (Can you imagine?)
Hope you're okay, and Buckbeak–
Harry
He’d hoped to get used to the thought of being a champion. Oh so little did he know just how wrong he was.
He couldnt pretend the others didn’t exist since he had lessons again today. And of course all the other houses would, like Gryffindor, think he put his name into the goblet himself.
With the exception that the other houses weren’t half as happy about it.
Even the ever-oh-so-kind Hufflepuffs seemed not to get along with idea of Harry being a champion.
People said it would be better if Hogwarts just had no champion at all and Harry genuinely wasn’t sure if people were worried or angry with him.
He would’ve been glad to see Hagrid usually but not as he had magical creatures with the Slytherins.
They were bad off enough and even worse since Warrington got so much objection within the whole school.
And now Harry took the show from them.
Awesome.
Harry wasn’t surprised at a comment from Draco in front of everyone but it still stung.
Draco was rather restrained in the last one-and-a-half years but he wasn’t the worst one to say.
Grabbe and Pike were the worst bickering around with Daphne Greengrass of all.
Goyle and Bulstrode laughed when a firecrab threw itself right into Harrys face.
Ron still didn’t speak to him and Hermione was between them making casual smalltalk. While answering perfectly normal to her, the two of them couldn’t even look into each others eyes.
Snape looked weirdly neutral about the whole situation though not surprised at all.
“Shool shampion then?” Hagrid asked a bit later when he took Harry to the side.
Harry corrected,“ONE of the school champions.”
“Right..” Hagrid looked at him with his black eyes and muttered, “Slytherin, right.” and Harry could have sworn to hear something close to a laugh at that. He didn’t like it very much either but there was this little something that bugged him even more.
You know..
Just that tiny little fact THAT SOMEONE PROBABLY TRIED TO KILL HIM BY PUTTING HIS NAME INTO THAT POT?!
“Any idea who got you into this, how, Harry?”
“You don’t think i did that?”