The year is 1994, and for the first time in ages, the Triwizard Tournament is occurring. Hogwarts has been chosen to host this momentous event, much to the delight of its students. Unfortunately, due to previous injuries and deaths, only those of age may submit their name to the Goblet of Fire, vastly reducing the number of students who are able. That doesn't mean that younger students can't try. Also doesn't mean that they'll succeed. What does the Triwizard Tournament have in store for the schools of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons? Who will be chosen to participate, and most importantly, will they all come out in one piece?
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There was no mature reason to be hiding, but fourteen-year old Araceli still stuffed herself in a corridor like a child playing hide-and-go-seek.
The lights outside were starting to dim every second, and every second led to another minute, then to another hour, and then to curfew which was getting nearer and nearer much to her dismay as she checked her pocket watch in nauseating silence (but honestly, curfew was still far from now). If Araceli was purely a good girl, then she wouldn't have thrown her pocket confetti at that annoying third year in front of a teacher, or had gotten in trouble, or, heck, had been assigned a detention. No, Araceli wasn't exactly a good girl in the public's eyes, but just held some of the qualities that made one. If she were smart, then she would've put those to good use; of course, there were reasons why she was sorted into Hufflepuff and not brainiac Ravenclaw.
The girl checked her watch once again and groaned after realizing her mistake. Detention was in another hour, not now! "Ugh, why do I have to deal with this?" she quietly complained, stuffing the gilded trinket along with the stash of confetti in her pocket. Hiding for her life and ending up wasting her time when she could've been finishing homework, huh? Now that wasn't fun.
Hazel eyes peeked around the secluded corner analyzing her situation. She could scurry back to the Common Room and start hastily finishing the paper that was due in less than a fortnight, but that'd be too risky, wouldn't it? Some sort of prefect could be walking these halls at the very moment; Araceli couldn't afford getting in trouble again!
And yet for some immature, infantile, completely childish reason, Araceli still did it. Way to go, girl. Perhaps it was the mother inside scolding herself; Marisol would have been extremely proud.
She slowly stood up from her spot, grimacing at the way her footsteps echoed throughout. It was funny how whenever she wanted to be cautious, Araceli still ruined it by instinct; silence just wasn't in her genes. Annoyed, she exhaled sharply through her nose and looked around again. No sign of intimidating and esteem-breaking elite figures just yet. The Hufflepuff waited just a few more seconds; in all those Muggle spy movies she watched with her numerous cousins, the main character would always go too early and get caught by the enemy. The extra moments of quiet gave her just a glimmer of hope.
This is perfect!
It wasn't everyday that a plan would go as she had hoped. As a bright smile lit up her face, she dusted off her dirty robes and jumped to twirl right in the middle of the oddly dormant hallway. Usually Araceli would be propelled around by the current of the students like a floating island of seaweed on the ocean even on her beloved weekends, but she guessed that today was just unique. Her baby hermano Nicolás always said that unique days meant trouble, but right at that moment she was disregarding his unusual advice like always. Nothing could break her luck, absolutely nothing!
It was just that... sometimes Araceli pushed it over the edge and let it plummet fast enough to end up shattering in uncountable pieces.
She was just starting to get ready for a dash moments after recovering from her hiding spot. Running long distances was easy for her if she took enough precautions; with those long legs, anything relating to miraculously escaping or tripping over her own two feet was bound to more than likely happen to poor Araceli. As a mischievous gleam shone proudly in her eyes, she made a stance that made her appear to be in a 100-meter dash.
"Araceli Romero, fourth year Hufflepuff student at Hogwarts School of yadda, yadda, yadda, will be competing in 1994's annual Approximately Six Meter Sprint!" the girl announced aloud, not caring if anyone heard. "Approximately six meters, right? I think so...?"
It was definitely seven meters, but the topic wasn't on her scatterbrained mind anymore. Instead, she was thinking similarly to Lee Jordan's wonderous Quidditch commentary.
Three, two, one... GO!
As expected, Araceli ended up running into a stray figure.
Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 22, 2015 14:10:44 GMT -5
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desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
Draco was carrying a box of vials, all filled with different types of potions. He was doing a favor for Professor Snape who seemed to need a variety of potions for something. Potions wasn't exactly Draco's strong suit, so when he read off a few ingredients as he walked, he didn't recognize most of them. The box was wooden and had tiny round holes which housed individual vials of all colors. They were topped with a cork, though he could smell something really foul coming from the box. It wasn't exactly how he had planned his night to go, but Professor Snape was one of the few professors who actually liked him and he liked to stay on his good side.
The day had dragged on and Draco's late night sneaking around hadn't helped his situation. And that situation was that he was tired, like he'd been awake for at least 2 days. He dragged his feet along the hallway and his senses were not that sharp. If he had been able to pay attention, he would have heard the quick stomping of feet coming towards him and the loud ruckus that followed it. As it were, his mind was foggy and his body sluggish.
Something large collided against Draco, the box of potions falling on the floor. His body was pushed backwards on the floor and he was suddenly very awake. His eyes looked at his assailant. Draco's brows furrowed immediately, "Romero!" Remembering the vials, he looked down on the floor. The box was sitting upright on the floor, some vials remained in their proper place while others lay on the floor in tact. And the rest, shattered in hundreds of pieces in pools of liquid.
Draco howled, his eyes widening at the site of the ruined potions. Professor Snape would not be happy about this! And what's more, Professor Snape wasn't going to blame that girl Romero, he would blame Draco! "Romero, you brainless twit! Do you have any idea what you've done!?"
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When Araceli opened her eyes hesitantly after the unfortunate collision, she believed for a brief moment that the shards of glass scattered around were of a mirror's. One could imagine the intense fear bubbling up inside of her; wasn't she already clumsy enough to not deserve such a horrible fate? She was on a winner's streak for Merlin's sake! Scrambling backwards in attempt to ward off the looming adversity (Araceli started to distinctly remember a rather tragic fortune from Divination last week that she brushed off as utter nonsense), the girl realized that the pieces weren't from a mirror nor were they unlucky.
Rather, the unlucky part of the whole situation was the Malfoy boy standing in front of her.
"Malfoy..." she gritted out forcefully through her teeth. "Dios mío, watch where you're going! I can't believe you!"
Her attention then floated down to the mass spill on the floor... were those potions?! Potions meant only one thing, and it was Professor Snape. Araceli hated the guy with a passion, as did any other living being that wasn't for Slytherin. Fists clenching, she stared frustratedly at the probably hazardous spilt liquids. Couldn't they fix it with a simple Reparo? Possibly, but she wasn't all too sure about the potions which were starting to emit a grotesque mixture of smells.
Of course, it was gross. So was Professor Snape.
"Romero, you brainless twit! Do you have any idea what you've done!?"
The Hufflepuff was rather quick to be offended. "What I've done?" she retaliated, mouth formed in a shape of an 'o'. "This isn't my fault, idiota! It's not like I intentionally wanted to do this, Malfoy!" Oh, she couldn't afford yet another detention; Papa wouldn't be too proud. "You're the one who could've stepped out of the way, you see? You heard my footsteps! Ugh, tu eres un idiota*!"
Draco Malfoy, in her book, had already won the Idiot Award consecutively every year since they were eleven. There was no use in saying it more than once, no matter what language she spoke it in.
"So what do you wanna do about it?" Araceli asked tauntingly. "Just leave it there or actually fix it up before anyone else finds out?"
Idiota. Imbécil. What was he doing, complaining about the mess he brought upon to himself? *you're an idiot in Spanish
Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 24, 2015 13:52:06 GMT -5
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desiring or seeking powerful change in one's life, behavior, or situation
"Watch where I'm going!?" he said exasperatedly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You ran into me." Draco glared at the girl who was staring at the floor around them. She was finally taking notice of the mess she'd made. But upon the girls words, blood shot up from all over his body to his head.
What!? He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The girl actually thought it was his fault? Romero had been irking her since the day they met in 1st year when they were 11. She was stupid and clumsy and did the absolute most annoying things. He didn't know who was more annoying, her or the Weasley Twins. No, he did know, her. She was probably worse than all the twins put together. At least the Weasleys were just pure stupid, but Romero. She was on a whole different level. It's like she didn't live in the same world they all lived in. She was in her own little world all the time. Like some crazy mental patient!
"For Merlin's sake will you bloody shut it!? Just talk bloody English!" he yelled at her picking up the box. "And no, I can't just fix this! How do you expect to fix this? Because unless you can turn back time and make yourself stop acting like an idiot, this can't be fixed! The potions are gone, they've spilled all over the floor and mixed with other potions. Are you thick or something!?" he let out an aggravated sound that was between a yell and a grunt. "Before someone finds out...." he muttered bitterly. "Of course someone is going to find out you twit! When I get back to Professor Snape and hand him 5 vials instead of 10, he's going to bloody find out!"
The amount of anger the girl pulled out of him was unbelievable. Not even Crabbe and Goyle could upset him this much. She angered him in the similar fashion that Potter did, except she was just even more annoying because of her voice, her face, her language, and just everything about her. He didn't think that there could anyone worse than a Gryffindor. But Romero had proved him wrong. Hufflepuffs could be worse than Gryffindors because they were brainless!
"You're mental!" he said before kicking the tiny pieces of glass clear across the hall and causing some potions to splash on the girl.
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