The Goblet of Fire Ceremony

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The Grand Salle of Beauxbatons had been set up to hold the Goblet of Fire Ceremony for the year's coming TriWizard Tournament. The Goblet of Fire was at the front of the hall, the focal point of the whole ordeal, its blue fires coming out from it, ready to consume all names presented to it before making its decision on who from each school would represent their academy and their magical training to the rest of the world. Amable was determined for Beauxbatons to not only win the competition, but excel in its hosting, treating each guest with the utmost respect and hospitality as one should always expect from French of such class. The competing schools, Durmstrang and Hogwarts New Zealand, were set to arrive within the day and as soon as they did the Goblet of Fire Ceremony would commence.

Amable Didier strolled in to the Grande Salle at Beauxbatons Academy for Magic, his flowing, deep blue, robes billowing behind him as he walked with great pomp toward the front of the hall. Beauxbatons students were already gathered, each in school uniform and quite attentive to Amable's movement amongst them toward the front of the room. Amable, upon reaching the front of the room, stood to the right of the Goblet of Fire and smiled jovially. "Bienvenue, une fois de plus, à l'Académie Beauxbâtons pour la magie." Came Amable's voice over the crowd as he stepped away from the Goblet, which was on floor level, up toward the podium set on the stage. "Il est de notre grand honneur d'accueillir le Tournoi des Trois Sorciers cette année. Nos invités sont arrivés, et pour eux que je parle anglais. Pendant qu'ils sont ici, je m'attends à le meilleur comportement de tous les élèves." After a short pause Amable raised his wand to the air and gave it a grand flourish, "Nos invités!" At this, the doors to the Grande Salle burst open and two dispatches of people came through the doors. One led by the Durmstrang Headmistress, Evie Powell, and one led by New Zealand's Minister for Magic, Gellert Coote. The chosen attendees from each school followed behind their leaders and came toward the front of the hall, each settling in the first row of benches immediately closest to the Goblet of Fire.

Amable smiled kindly toward each guest who took a seat in the front row before looking back toward the crowd, "Greetings, our honoured guests." he began, his accent being heavy but with no other evidence that English was not, indeed, his first language. "This Tournament is a tradition of Europe, and now of Oceania, that we at Beauxbâtons are quite pleased to be able to host this year. It is dangerous. It is deadly, in some cases. But in all, it brings great honour to those who have the courage to put their names in this Goblet, even greater honour to those who are chosen to represent their respective academy, and the greatest honour to those who overcome the challenges prepared by the magical world for them and come out atop the best of the best." Walking toward the Goblet of Fire once more, Amable drew his wand and made a circle on the ground around the goblet, muttering a few words to himself as he did so. The circle glowed a moment, then faded. "An age line." Professor Didier began firmly, "Only those who are now seventeen years of age may enter this competition, and any who attempt to do otherwise will receive punishment from this academy." Amable, at this, sent a cold stare to a group of fifth years he had heard rumours about them trying to have their names submitted by older pupils, or trying to cheat the age line. "Once all names are submitted, the Goblet of Fire will give to me the names of the individuals who are to take part in this tournament. Your clue for the first task will then be supplied, and this assembly will be dispersed. It is my honour to give the opportunity of submitting names first to our guests."

With a grand motion toward the Goblet, Amable Didier humbly withdrew from its vicinity allowing Hogwarts New Zealand and Durmstrang attendees to place their names in the Goblet of Fire first. Then, an assemblage from Beauxbâtons came forward and placed their own names in. Amable watched from his seat in the hall as this occurred, wondering how this Goblet would decide which of his pupils would best represent their school.
OOC: You may roleplay attendance at the ceremony. You may also roleplay placing your character's name in the Goblet if your character is 17 or older. Once all guests from foreign schools have placed their names in the Goblet as well as the Beauxatons champion, Amable will post again with the closing portion of the ceremony.
 
Trilby sat waiting patiently as the school buzzed about her. It was beyond exciting that their school was to host the infamous TriWizard tournament this year and Xavier would miss it. She had looked at every student that had arrived from the other schools hoping that he would have come back but it was of course too much to hope. Their headmaster rose to speak and the respectful silence that ensued went unbroken until he himself spoke. She listened to every word, pride filling her little heart. There was no way she would even consider putting her name into the goblet even if she had been old enough, which thankfully she wasn't.

She applauded with the rest of the school as he stepped aside. The Goblet of Fire looked almost menacing. She wondered briefly who from their school would be mad enough or brave enough to place their names forward. The first of the students began to move forward and she took a deep breath as did others.
 
Clemence watched The Goblet of Fire with enticement, wondering who of her peers would be pulled out and named champion. She wondered if any of them would be stupid enough to do it, to risk their lives just to have the chance to be famous and wealthy. She was sure her older twin sisters would both put their names in, they yearned for the world to know them and she was also certain that if her eldest had not graduated the past year she too would put her name in. She was in a family of wild girls and it was shocking to her, even after so many years had passed, how she was so normal.

Her gaze didn't falter from the frighteningly large goblet as Headmaster Didier addressed the students in their native language but when the doors swung open and showed two other adults and three students following each, she couldn't help but look up and wonder who was going to be invading visiting her school for the next two semesters. If Clemence wasn't such a shadow she was sure that she would have caught one of their gazes but she was so she curled into herself only further, opening her book to where it had been left off at and read the words of Stendhal.

The realism of the muggles words were far more comforting then being around the sea of students, ninety per cent of them strangers to her.
 
Standing with the Headmistress, as well as the two other Durmstrang students chosen, Sergei shook slightly with nerves. There was only three of them - and he was the only boy - and they were walking in to unfamiliar territory, about to enter an incredibly risky and dangerous competition. Be calm, Sergei told himself, taking a deep breath. He focused on his father, who would tell him to keep his head held high and his emotions calm, for he was representing himself, his school, and his family. And he thought of Katerina, so quiet and stoic, who had entered this competition herself. You have nothing to be afraid of. You have yet to be chosen to be champion. Breathing carefully, Sergei stood still, basically ignoring the Hogwarts New Zealand students nearby. He could meet them later. Right now, he just had to focus on making the right impression on walking in to Beauxbatons. Funny how that was one of the most frightening things about this tournament, making a good impression.

The doors opened, and Sergei stood tall and proud, walking behind the Headmistress with his two fellow Durmstrang students. He shyly smiled, looking at the students assembled in the hall, before taking a seat in the front row with the others. It was interesting to see that the Headmaster had chosen to speak English. Sergei was not as good at languages as Katerina was, but he could understand English very well, and he spoke it well too (although his Russian accent often got in the way). He understood French, because of his mother, but he was glad they had picked English. He would be able to improve his, hopefully, which was yet another thing Sergei was looking forward to about this year. He knew he'd learn a lot, even if he wasn't picked as Champion.

At the mention of the age-line, Sergei sighed in relief. Of course, he wouldn't have gotten to even go if he wasn't old enough, but he'd only just turned 17. He was very lucky to have been chosen, he knew. Especially because he was only a sixth year. Moko and Aaliyah were both seventh years. As he thought to himself, the speech from the Beauxbatons headmaster came to a conclusion, and they were given the chance to enter their names. Well, Sergei wasn't going to waste any time. Grabbing a piece of paper and his quill, he quickly scribbled his name 'Sergei Ivanov', and sprang up to the Goblet, tentatively dropping the paper in to the Goblet before returning to his seat. Well, that was that, he supposed. There was nothing more he could do. Slight relief on his face, Sergei slumped slightly in his seat. All he had to do now was wait. The tension would hit him momentarily, but for now, he was just relieved to have gone and done the deed of putting his name in.
 
She stood along side her school mates and headmistress Ms Powell, not knowing whether or not to throw daggers at the lecherous woman or to simply pity her. Moko had not spoken to Hayden now in quite some time but somehow was not as upset by this as she thought she would be. She pushed all thoughts bar one aside as she waited to enter the hall, if she was chosen as her schools champion and she died in the midst of a task then she hoped Alex Cullen found out and mourned her loss and his stupidity till the end of his own days.

The door opened finally and they were brought inside. The blue uniforms of the Beauxbatons students bright and brilliant compared to their own dark brown toned set. Moko smiled however as she walked proudly inside and took a seat where they were indicated too. She stared at the Goblet of Fire and tilted her chin slightly. Did she really have what it took to be the Durmstrang school champion? She hoped so. When the time came student from the other rival school, Alex's old school came forward to put their names in, then Morrigan Craven stood up slowly, waited for Sergei to place his name in and then with her name pre written on a piece of parchment stepped forward and put her name inside. As the goblet seemed to swallow up the piece of paper she inhaled deeply before returning to her seat. There was no turning back now, what would be would be.
 
The whole TriWizard Tournament worried Alverdine. She knew that at Hogwarts New Zealand all those years ago the Headmistress had gone missing and before that a boy had died. Why was this tradition kept, it was nothing positive in her mind and this was why she kept her quill to tucked in her small rucksack. There was no way she was ever going to sign up for death like the foolish others would, although she wasn't the most intelligent girl ever she knew that this was pure idiocy.

The Quidditch captain refused to let any of this keep her from training, however. Alvie would use the Pitch as much as she wanted to and if any of the visitors dared take away her flying time it wouldn't be very good for them. She had no time for the trivialities of the TriWizard Tournament or the Goblet of Fire, Alverdine was being scouted by the Foulmouth Falcons and she was going to get into that team, no matter what.

Normally, Alverdine was quiet as a mouse and would never even think about threatening any one but quidditch was different. It was her one talent, school wasn't the other and she simply had to protect it for all it's worth. So when the six other students came in, she inspected them and memorized their faces from the distance before she returned to a quiet conversation with a few of her friends who seemed to also be on her side with the whole TriWizard Tournament.
 
Maximus watched with pride as his headmaster began to speak to them about the honor of hosting the tournament. He had not really intended to put his name forward but rumors were rife that his pigheaded brother was going to insanely put himself forward as the school champion. Maximus really could not bare the thought of any harm coming to him, foolish and headstrong as Alex was so had decided to put his own name in and hope that the cup would choose him or anyone else over Alex.

He glanced over at his twin who seemed intent now on ignoring him but he didn't care. Alex had obviously heard that Max was putting his name in as well and was now being his usual brooding self. He applauded when necessary and watched as the other schools attendees entered the hall. Max could not help but smile when he saw Moko. A law unto herself that one but he was little surprised by her being one of the three. At last it was time for those of their own school to put their names forward. He had so far watched the Hogwarts and the Durmstrang and waited anxiously for any from Beauxbatons. It seemed as if Alexius was not going to put his name in after all.

Maximus waited another moment and then sighing stood up and walked to the goblet. The Beauxbatons school erupted as one of their beloved students, a favorite among many approached it. He glanced down at the parchment he had written his name on earlier and folded it up neatly. Holding it up in the air he grinned at the loud round of applause and stomping of feet that acknowledged his entry. He tossed it inside then walking away could not help but wink at Moko as he passed by to his own seat once again. Looking briefly at his brother he sighed, shaking his head but secretly glad he had not attempted to put his name in.
 
Elise was nervous as she walked down to the Grande Salle. She had always wanted to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Elise opened the door and made her way through, she looked around and sat at a table with other Beauxbatons students.

She turned her full attention to her headmaster as he welcomed everyone at the ceremony. Elise watched all the Durmstrang and Hogwarts New Zealand students come through. Elise knew that the Durmstrang students had a rough reputation, but they seemed alright.

After she heard that she could enter herself in the tournament, she was ecstatic. Since today was her birthday she was over the top. She wouldn't have to worry about the age line at all. She looked down to make sure that nothing was out of place on her uniform of if her shoes weren't tied. She quickly tied her ponytail and ripped off a piece of paper from her book bag that was right beside her.

Elise got up slowly and walked to the Goblet of Fire. It was pretty tall, but nothing that she couldn't handle. Elise folded the paper in half, got on the tip of her toes and threw the paper in the fire. She quickly went back to her seat to watch everyone else that was going to enter themselves in.
 
Sebastian stepped into the Great Hall and took a seat beside Trilby just before their headmaster entered. He listened to the man speak and Sebastian was surprised at the fact that he was able to understand everything the man said in French. After he had welcomed the Durmstrang and New Zealand students into their school, Sebastian stared at them, wondering which of these students would end up being their school's champion. Looking around the room, Sebastian wondered which of his schoolmates would be brave enough to enter their name into the Goblet of Fire. Sebastian knew that if he had been old enough, he surely would have entered his name into the goblet.

After the other school's participants placed their names in the goblet, it was finally time for the Beauxbatons students to enter their names. When Max stood up to enter his name, the school erupted and Sebastian rolled his eyes. It figured that he would try out. The guy seemed to be great at everything he did and Sebastian would be surprised if he didn't end up the Beauxbatons champion. Another student, a girl that Sebastian had seen around the school but didn't know stood up and entered her name after. Sebastian clapped politely as she sat back down and waited to see what else would happen.
 
Mike waited patiently, curiosity gnarled in his stomach. He wondered how this event would play out. He had been told dark and dangerous stories about previous Triwizard Tournaments. Mike knew the risks involved, but was prepared to risk it all for that final moment. Mike was thinking ahead of the game, first of all the Hogwarts Champion need to be chosen. Mike looked at them, eyeing up the competition. Even if they were supposed to be peers, they were enemies in some respect, fighting for their place as Champion, representing Hogwarts. He looked at Zazuka, having known her for 6 years. He then looked at the elder boy. Mike had seen him around school, in between lessons but hadn't spoken to him. he hadn't needed to. Standing at his full height of 6 foot 2 inches, Mike waited, glancing at the Minister of Magic, wondering why the new Headmaster had not travelled with them. I suppose he must have matters to attend to at the School Mike mused. Mike was saddened slightly to see that Professor Zhefarovich had left to use up some of her maternity leave and also that Professor King had left for the Ministry to resume his job as Auror, but Mike was optimistic that the new Headmaster would be kind and friendly as both Professor Zhefarovich and King had been, during Mike's time here.

His heart was beating faster, the moment was upon them, and the doors opened. He quickly shot a glance at the Durmstrang students, comparing heights, before turning his eyes to Beauxbaton's Great Hall. He saw that the others were advancing, so Mike swiftly walked with the other 2 selected students from Hogwarts and the Minister of Magic. Mike was proud to have been one of three students chosen, but also felt immensely proud of being from Hogwarts. It was a sense of belonging, and Mike felt duty bound that if he was chosen to represent the school at the prestigious Triwizard Tournament, he would do his damned hardest. He looked around to see a sea of blue robes. He watched as heads turned and stared at them. Mike didn't know where to look. His eyes darted all around the room, turning a bright shade of red. Mike halted and took a seat on the front row, following suit of the others and turned his attention to the front of the hall. His eyes turned to what he took to be the Goblet of Fire. It was truly magnificent. Mike watched the male figure on the stage. Mike watched, nervously, as the man prepared to give a speech. He listened intently, nodding his head at key points the Headmaster was making. Not once did he turn his eyes in another direction nor his face in fear of missing any key points.

Mike watched, even more nervous than before as people placed their names into the Goblet of Fire. Mike wrote his name, neatly on a piece of parchment along with his school name, and waited for people to finish putting their names in. He stood up, taking deep breaths, before encouraging himself onwards. He looked at the age line, before swiftly over it. He looked around the hall, faces watching him. He cleared his throat, still a reddish colour before extending his hand and dropped the parchment into the Goblet of Fire. He retook his seat, waiting with dominating angst. He couldn't wait for everyone else to enter their names into the Goblet of Fire, before letting fate play its part.
 
Zazuka was standing with her fellows with her head down. She knew that soon it would be all eyes on her. Zazuka had never been one to love the spotlight, prefering to let others shine before her while she captured the relitive glow. But here everything was centered on her and, no matter what Link said, it was terrefying. Zazuka listened to what was being said both in french and in English. The French she had heard muffled through the door. She could not speack French to save her life but she could understand it well enough. It did help that she could pick up the persons intentions before really listening to the words but that beside the point. She watched as the others from the other schools went up but noticed that no one from HNZ was going up. She watched Mike go before her now and smiled. For a moment she looked at Mike in a new light then it was over. Zazuka breathed and got ready.

Zazuka smoothed her black skirt and got up. She looked slighly pail partly because she had only been seventeen for a total of two days, what would happen if that was not enough for the age line to reconnise her age and spat her back out. Wild ideas of what could happen while she went up with her name started to form each one more unlikely than the other. The walk seemed to take forever but finally she was there. The cup seemed to loom over Zazuka even though she wasn't so small anymore. The others had come out just fine so why wouldn't come out just fine. Her dainty hand reached up to place the parchment into the cup and it was over. As it turned out two days was just enough for the age line to regester seventeen and none of the hundreds of crazy ideas that had come to mind had come true. She walked back with a large grin on her face. She was going to be just fine.
 
Christelle stood there in her Beauxbatons uniform, unable to stop smiling. Her soft blonde hair was pulled into a low ponytail which curled over her right shoulder. As usual, she only wore a small amount of make-up but she felt it necessary today to look good on behalf of her school. She was head girl, after all.
Her eyes widened, watching the students from the other schools enter the Grande Salle. She had never met anyone from the other schools and, naturally, she couldn't take her eyes off them. Christelle spoke only a small amount of English which meant that communication amongst her and the students from the other schools would be minimal.

Christelle watched as the headmaster of her school drew an age line around the Goblet of Fire. She immediately looked to her sister, Talia, who had been planning on entering even though Christelle had told her she was far too young to.
She watched the students from Durmstrang and Hogwarts adding their names to the cup. Now it was the turn of the Beauxbatons students.
Christelle held the slip of paper with her name on between her thumb and index finger.
She gave herself a moment before walking to the Goblet of fire. She stepped across the age line and raised her arm, placing the paper into the goblet.
As she walked away, Christelle could see her sister's face, smiling but looking worried. They both knew that if Christelle was chosen, she would risk possible death. Talia may have been worried but Christelle was ready to take on anything; she would continue marching 'til the bitter end.
 
Link knew very well he didn't belong here, but his demented ego spoke otherwise. He was the last of his school presented to go forth and put his name in the goblet of fire. His grey iris would scan the school curiously till it was finally his turn to go up. As he passed Zuka, Link smirked, taunting the girl without a spoken word while he continued to sauntered forward towards the goblet of fire. Link wasn't doing this for himself or the pathetic school he attended, his only intention was to get away for a while. And to his likings, he got what he had wanted, to get away. For this unselfish moment though he was doing it for Irene Finch, to prove to her and only her that he was ready for whatever problems that was heading towards them. He was ready, Link was willing to fight till the end. With a rolled up parcel that held his fancy signature, he slipped the item inside the goblet of fire. Within minutes it had accepted his name, with that Link turned around and proceed back towards his headmaster. Link took his place along the walls, leaning casually against it, as he continue to observe the ceremony.
 
Since the beginning of the new school year Alexius had carried a major chip on his shoulder, his brother was now head boy another achievement to pile up with all the rest. He had watched their mothers coo and fawn over him when the badge had arrived and the same had happened with just about every one of their friends when they had gone back to school. Like Alex could careless about some silly badge and higher status. He was happy being an under achiever at least so he told himself though he tried his damn hardest at everything it usually never met up to the same glowing standards of his twin.

When word began to spread of the Triwizard Tournament Alex knew one thing for sure, he was going to put his name in. He had only mentioned it in passing the first day after he had heard the news but already the school buzzed with the fact that both Strauss boys were going to enter. Fuming that once again Maximus had stolen his thunder he sat in the hall along with his fellow school mates listening to the head master give his oration. He applauded as the two other houses entered but didn't put any real effort in and when they were finally told to approach the goblet he watched as the Durmstrang and then Hogwarts students went forward. He wondered who else form Beauxbatons was going to step up so decided to wait and see.

Why did it not surprise him that Max did indeed put his name forward. The rush of excitement as the school applauded him was sickening. Alex sat back and kept his arms tightly folded across his chest. Elise and Christelle went up as well and for them at least he clapped furiously to give his support. Dain beside him nudged him hard but he shook his head, Antoine called him chicken and that was that. Alexius stood up and shuffled along to the end of the row he had been sitting in. Tripping over the feet of some fourth year and ended up sprawling on his hands and knees in the main aisle. A burst of laughter met this and he blushed crimson with embarrassment, catching his brothers eye and seeing only pity there.

Alexius stood up brushed himself off and with a stubborn set to his chin walked to the goblet and removing the parchment with his name on it from his pocket tossed it inside. He watched the haze of blue smoke swallow it up before stepping back. The applause for himself wasn't quite so uproarous but that didn't bother him. He saw his mates standing up cheering him on like the lunatics they were and grinning broadly walked back down. Once more he caught Maximus's eye, their stares locked like butting stags in a fight. He turned then to his own row and sat down once more. Time would tell. He just wished that for once, time , fate, chance and everything else magic was once and for all on his side.
 
Riley could hardly understand a word of French. She knew just enough to get her through classes, but this was different. She sat blankly in her chair until the Durmstrang and Hogwarts students arrived, when the English began. Riley of course planned to enter. When the Headmaster finally stopped talking, Riley stood up, clasping a piece of parchment with her name on it in her clenched fist. She looked around for Olive, her younger sister, and grinned at her reassuringly. Stepping up to the tall Goblet, Riley placed her name inside, then moved back to her seat. Make me proud... Grandma's voice shot through Riley's head, making the girl want to be accepted more than ever.
 
Aubrey strutted over the stone and marbel floor her posture exemplarily representing her confidence. She walked next to all the sudents that bustled into the marvelous hall, the buzzing of the students and incoherent chatter and clamoring, made her feel giddy with excitement. She walked with her class mates and took a seat next to a tall brown haired who she heard her name a couple of times amongst conversations. Moko Craven. She did not say anything, just waited in anticipation as she listened to the headmaster finish speaking. She had already written out her name in delicate scripted hand writing, and held it tightly between her fingertips. She wished and wished that the Goblet would spit her name out and closed her eyes. She's always wnated to prove to her parents that young athletic girls can do great things, and she'd hate to be despised because of it. She watched as students went up and placed their names in the Goblet, watching the wild blue and sapphire congealed flames flicker and burst.

Aubrey stood up and waited impatiently for people to move out of the way. She finally came to it, and watched as the menacing flames waved and danced enchantingly around eachother. Aubrey held her breath and threw the paper into the Goblet, it bursted upwards, blazing around eachother accepting her peice of paper. She turned around and walked back to her dorm, with a big grin on her face.
 
Gabrielle barely understood what the whole fuss about the Tournament was, eternal glory or not she wasn't going to go out there and risk getting herself killed to make her school look good like that. Ever since Xavier had left to attend Hogwarts she was the only Snow left in Beauxbatons and she adored it to the fullest extent because now she didn't have to try and live up to Xavier's shadow. "I wonder who will be chosen." She spoke to those around her as she stared at her perfect manicured tips then back up at the Goblet of Fire, she wondered how scared they must have been while waiting to see if their name was not only chosen but what kind of tasks would be held and such, she felt bad that none of her other siblings could see the events because they would probably enjoy it all.
 
This was it. She was nervous and yet excited to be in such a place. She was speechless after walking into the Beauxbatons school. It was nothing like she'd expected. Everything looked so, precious. She was here with her durmstrang companions, Moko and Sergei, and apart from them, she was totally out of her usual area.
To Aaliyah, this wasn't about winning, or become famous. This was to show people she was someone. She'd never known her family, and had grown up with no one around her to show who she was. She would do this for durmstrang. They were her family.
She was nearly 18, which meant she was old enough to take part. If she was to get through and die in this tournament, she could at least knowing she had doing not only something she loved, but something for someone else. She wanted to make Durmstrang proud, and would do anything to achieve that.
Aaliyah had written her name on a piece of parchment, and walked up putting on a confident smile up to the Goblet of Fire. Dispite what she'd imagined it looked like, it was peculiar to actually be looking straight at it now. Her blue eyes where fixed on the flames as she reach up and threw her name in. She had nothing to loose. This would be a hard challenged, and Li was up for it. She was grateful for this opportunity, and she took it with both hands.
As she turned, she nodded to the rest of the students around her, all as eager to be entered.She walked silently and took a seat next to Moko to watch as the other hopful's added their name.
She knew this this would be an unforgettable event.
 
Amable watched as each student rose, approached the goblet, and placed their name within it. He was pleased that the age line kept nobody back, as this meant that no underaged pupils were misbehaving tonight - which was a start. After a few moments of silence in the hall, with nobody going to place their name in the Goblet and all guests having definitely done so already Amable stepped back closer to the goblet, "C'est tout le monde?" his French slipped out before he could catch it. He smiled kindly to the guests and spoke again, "Excuse-moi."

"If that is everybody, then I will now draw from the Goblet the names of the champions from each school." Giving direct eye contact to each potential champion from the foreign schools before he raised his arm out, Amable approached the flames of the Goblet his fingertips nearly touching the magical fire before a piece of parchment shot out and he caught it. He glanced at it a moment, then looked up at the assemblage. "The first champion to be named, from Durmstrang academy, is Moko Craven!" Amable clapped politely, stepping away from the Goblet for a moment while the crowd settled itself once more and Moko was congratulated by her schoolmates.

Amable repeated this process, raising his arm toward the great flame of the Goblet before another piece of parchment shot in to his hand, which he clenched in his fist before drawing it in toward himself and reading it. "The next champion, from Hogwarts New Zealand School, is Mike Goulding!" Amable clapped kindly once more, drew back again as the crowd responded, then stepped forward a final time.

Repeating his pattern, Headmaster Dedier's arm rose in to the air by the Goblet, he inhaled and held his breath. This was it. This was his school. He trusted the Goblet to choose their best, but he wanted his school to come out on top so badly, that he wondered if even their best would be good enough. Momentarily, a final piece of parchment came up from the flames and Amable drew it in to himself, without looking at it, and paused a moment before extending his hand and reading it to himself. "The final TriWizard Champion, from Beauxbâtons Academy for Magic, is Aubrey Derlinch!" At this, the assemblage from the school erupted - their champion, their representative to the wizarding world in this tournament, had been chosen. Amable smiled and clapped enthusiastically a moment, before demanding the attention of the hall once more.

"Champions, come forward to receive the clue for your first task!" Amable withdrew from his robes three sealed scrolls of parchment. He handed one to each champion as they approached him, and congratulated them cordially. When every champion had their scroll, he dismissed the assembly until the beginning of the first task, in a week's time.
Temptation leads you from your charge.
Your calling soon may seem too large.

Your future lies, hidden, untold, within the black.
Too far, too gone, to e'er call back.

Look for stones, find the signs.
Then, once more, your future shines.​
 
Mike watched, tapping his fingers showing a sign of impatience. He watched as more people placed their names into the Goblet, each hoping they would be chosen. Moments passed when no one placed their name in, and before long the headmaster of Beauxbatons stepped closer to the Goblet. He spoke a sentence of French, in which Mike had not understood but continued to clasp eyes on the man, listening to what he had to say. Finally, he's going to draw the names Mike mused as he waited on the edge of the seat. The Durmstrang champion was chosen. Mike clapped politely still nervous. The Headmaster grasped another piece of parchment announcing the champion for Hogwarts. Mike was nervous. He heard his name.

"The next champion, from Hogwarts New Zealand School, is Mike Goulding"

He stopped dead for a moment, he couldn't believe it. Him!? Representing the school for eternal glory, risking it all He came back to reality. A beaming smile was on his face and he was positively flabbergasted. He listened as the other champion for Beauxbatons was named, and he clapped politely. Mike stepped forward when the Headmaster asked them to and he took the parchment that was handed to him. He read it quickly one, not really understanding it, still shocked he had been chosen. He rolled the parchment up placing it carefully in his robes, the smile still etched upon his face.
 
Aubrey held her breath as she marched back into the hall with her head held high. She wore her uniform, but instead of a long sleeved blouse she just wore a three quarter lengthed sleeve blouse under her plaid pinifore, because it was quite hot. She took a deep breath in, and sat by herself. Again. Feeling as though she must find some friends before she goes crazy. She waited tapping her fingers against the hardwood of her seat impatiently. She didn't mind if she didn't get it. Actually, she did. A lot. Though that didn't matter, she'd be able to prove herself other ways. She held her breath, as Professor Didier, caught a peice of parchment in his hands. Moko from Durmstrang, her name was called out, and they all cheered, and squealed. Aubrey applauded whole heartedly with her eyes bright. She looked up to the people that got chosen, the thrill of having the adventure, and un-namable feeling of being watched, and being up close with giant beasts, and perilous quests in your reach. Mike Goulding from Hogwarts New Zealand was called and she applauded him politely. She was too sure that the Goblet would pick another boy, when a peice of parchment flew out, and landed in Professor Didier's hand. She crossed her fingers and closed her eyes. "Aubrey Derlinch!" She heard her name, and thick piles of excitment swirled through her chest at the sound of it, it rand in her ears and repeated on her, she grinned and covered her mouth, as the students applauded her. She felt confident, brave with in herself, and more willing than she ever had before.

The applauding stopped, when Didier called everyone's attention, kindly calling up the champions, wrapped within herself, feeling unbelievably honoured and wound in her own glory. Though, Aubrey knew that now was the time to focus, knuckle down and concentrate on all the clues, because the dangers have yet to come. She stood up and wrapped her tanned fingers around the small scroll. She placed it in her pocket, and ran awkwardly out infront of everyone as they were dismissed.
 
The headmaster walked back to the goblet when it seemed no more names were being entered, he watched and waited. He could seriously care less if he didn't get chosen, Max just didn't want Alexius to get picked. He had been looking out for him all his life, how could he possibly do that during the most death defying lethal tournament in the world? Slowly the names came out to the headmasters outstretched hand. Moko Craven, he clapped for her not at all surprised her name had been called out. Mike Goulding was next and again Max applauded. When Aubrey's name was called out he stood up straight clapping loudly and hollering sincerely for her. This was great, of course the girls life was now in danger but the goblet evidently thought she had it in her to do this. The Beauxbatons students erupted but she merely took the scroll and headed out as if all embarressed. Maybe he'd catch up to her later to congratulate her properly. He stood for a moment with some other prefects knowing they'd have to keep an eye on everyone in the hall as they left so no one would start messing around up by the goblet. He didn't mind though, Alex was safe for another at least.
 
Grumbling as the wait seemed to take forever, he sat upright as soon as their headmaster strode to the goblet. The other champions were called out first and he clapped along but was too eager to hear the Beauxbatons name. When it did he visibly sank in his seat. A girl, why were the Beauxbatons champions always girls? No wonder everyone thought the boys of this school were pathetic. He should have demanded a transfer to Durmstrang ages ago. He clapped but his heart wasn't really in it, he begrudged Aubrey and watched as she ran ahead of everyone out of the hall after the ceremony. She can't even stand being around people for crying out loud, he rolled his eyes before stomping out himself. His mates patting him on the shoulder the whole time and reminding him how lucky he most likely was. The only silver lining in this was that Max had not been chosen.
 
She sat back relaxed, there was nothing else she could do. Her name was in and now fate would decided her destiny for her. Taking a deep breath and wondering why her parents had given her such a strange name, why they had bombarded her with stories of warriors all her life she could only conclude that it all somehow led to this particular moment. Her fate would be decided and her character judged forever more. Would she be able to live up to her name? Live up to her parents bizarre notions for her? They were dead a year now, would they be proud? She knew that Samson and Corinne were nervous as anything. Corinne hoped she would not get chosen while Samson could think of no greater honor. He promised he would be in France near the end of the ceremony and that in the mean time wanted every detail. What was she to say, I put a piece of parchment into a large cup and so did many others. It hadn't been that exciting really but he did want to hear about it.

The headmaster for the Beauxbatons academy stood by the goblet at last and held his hand out to get the first name... her name. Everything else after that was a blur. She walked up and collected her scroll, knew that people were congratulating her but could barely make out what they were saying. She was the Durmstrang Champion. Morrigan Kolina Craven, who had only put her name in to spite the heartbreak caused by a boy. Who had been determined to get over him and now death or worse serious injury loomed before her, was Alex Cullen really a good enough reason for doing this? How far could her pain take her? A wave of pride stole over her and she knew without a doubt that she was more than that, she was better than that. The goblet had chosen her because the old magic it contained had sensed a champion in her. She smiled then holding her scroll tight and along with all the others slowly filtered out of the Grand Salle.
 
Suddenly, the Headmaster stood up, and Sergei found himself unconsciously sitting bolt upright. Would he do it? Would he be chosen? He seriously felt it would be Moko who was picked, but he had to hope. After all, hadn't his father told him in his last letter that "there would be no greater honour for you, or for the Ivanov family, if you were to be chosen to be the Durmstrang Champion." But Sergei was right, it was Moko, of course. And sure, he was a little disappointed that he wasn't the one picked, but what else could he do? The Goblet had picked the right person, for sure. He wasn't going to waste too much time being disappointed. He'd been good enough to be picked to go, but he wasn't quite to the standard of the Champion. But Moko, well, she was a force to be reckoned with. Sergei was sure she'd do extremely well in the tournament, most likely win for Durmstrang. Sergei therefore did not sulk, but cheered. He was going to support Moko, because she deserved the victory. And hey, not having to worry about the tasks meant that he'd have more time to meet pretty Beauxbatons girls. That was always a plus.
 
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