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[SARAH EVANS]

Triwizard Tournament, now that was a statement, and so was eternal glory but that was a bit of a stretch when it came to kids that were attempting to learn something. Where they really that stupid? Thinking that having something like this, at a school, was a good idea? Kids grades were certainly going to fall because of the buzz of the “Triwizard Tournament”. And she thought the school had gone downward ever since Harry Potter made the scene, but this was ridiculous. And lets not forget the wonderful two schools that would be causing the school to be even more crowded than it needed to be. Good thing it was her last year in this school. But she couldn’t help feel the oh so familiar tug at her heart as she thought about leaving the school for good, she had the best memories here and now she would, after this year, leave them behind to start her own life in who knew what.

All around her people were chatting, getting their little groups all caught up on what happened over the summer. She had yet to find Erin, and so now sat alone as she ate her dinner in a quick and polite fashion, not wanting to sit there for too long. And with the gentle placement of her fork and knife, a small whisper of “I’ll be outside” to some of her other friends she walked a long the middle isle and through the large double doors, out into the dark and crisp open air of the castle. Few others were outside, seeing how many didn’t enjoy the cool nights that England brought while this girl, would give anything for the cool winter nights that England brought after a long grueling summer back in Ireland. With no snow, and yet a cool breeze the girl found it easy to relax and breath deep.

But the silence was pierced by a whistle, fingers brought to her lips she let out a repeated whistle until she heard a familiar bark of a familiar mutt that was known as Parley. A Husky German Shepherd mutt that Sarah had gotten during her second year after learning of her being allergic to her cat. Being horribly afraid of toads, and not wanting to get a rat or owl she convinced Dumbledore that her having a dog would be the best thing to do. And thus he agreed, and so Parley became the family pet that everyone grew to love, even her dog hating father who was often caught missing her oh so very much. The dog came prancing towards her before following her to an empty tree before plopping down beside her and placing her furry head in Sarah’s lap.

“So what’s your take on this Tournament Parley? Do you think it’s really worth all of this just for a stupid title and a fancy glowing trophy?” She asked the dog, the dog gave no reply but a look to her master before closing her eyes and going to sleep. “You never keep a conversation going for long you know that you silly mutt.” She laughed and ran her delicate fingers through the soft black and gray fur, allowing the quietness to consume her as she sat in her mind, silently singing to herself yet no one truly hearing for the song played only in her head. She may have not been totally smart but she did have enough common sense not to sing in front of others. And it was that, that kept the silence going.

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[VIKTOR KRUM]

Viktor had already had more then he could handle of this school. It was too small and quiet and rather too warm for him to handle so almost immediately after the opening Speech by Headmaster Dumbledore. Viktor had made his escape. Leaving to go outside he excused himself from Kakaroff's gaze with a simple movement making it hard for his leader to tell him to stop. He was already halfway to the doors by the time Kakaroff had gotten to his feet only to be interrupted by a Hogwarts teacher.

As soon as he was outside he shed the unnecessary garments. The robes and the heavy cloak were amongst the first to go as he walked the grounds. Two simple spells were enough to take the garments to the ship and place them in his quarters as he wandered the grounds. Taking in the new location was key to survival. Many wizards who had fallen had fallen due to the landscape that was unfamiliar to them. He had taken it upon himself to learn everything he could about a place. He already knew the school was one of the oldest in Europe let alone anywhere else.

As Viktor moved along the path on the grounds he heard a piercing whistle. He tried to dismiss it but found himself walking toward the sounds anyways. Wanting to find out what was making the noise he moved along the lawn. Not really caring that he had much in the way of protection apart from his wand. Hogwarts was one of those "Safe" Havens for students. He knew better though. No place was safe from those who followed the darker paths. As he rounded the hill he found himself seeing in the distance the shape of a dog running towards a figure next to a tree and decided that if this was an effort to improve relations between the wizarding communities he might as well make an effort.

A small breeze carried the girls voice to him but he still couldn't make out the words until he drew closer. "Good Evening." he said to her as he looked at her. "Are you a Hogvarts Student or one of the Giantess's students?" he asked her not really being able to tell them apart just yet. Clothing was different in the warmer regions of Europe then what he was used to. It was still rather frosty though. Allowing the trees and Plants alive to develop an Emerald shade to them in the mornings and evenings.

[SARAH EVANS]

Fate? Destiny? Nah, why the hell would she care if he of all people came up to her and said “good evening” in his thick Bulgarian accent like some smooth talker? She didn’t care at all, she wasn’t the type to be “woo’ed” by the accent of those from other countries, cause she herself was the kind that did that to other men, with her thick and heavy irish accent it was hard to hide where she was from, but she enjoyed where she was from, so why hide it? And so, when his voice hit her ears as well as her dogs she looked up, raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but laugh as thoughts poured into her head. He was…still a student?! And just to think she had only a week or two before watched her brother kick his Bulgarian ass at the quidditch world cup without lifting a finger in the game! This was just too good to be true. Ben was defiantly going to hear about this in the next letter.

“Does it look like I’m one of ‘em high class French girls that love to prance about as if they were goddess themselves? I think not. And thus that would leave me to be one of ‘em Hogwarts students. I was sure that the outfit would’ve given it away…no blue…just black red, gold and white.” Her sarcasm and horrible attitude started up as she kept her sitting position looking up at him, attempting to hold in her hysterical laughter that was building up but it was just too much, it all just fell out but in a more subtle way, a gentle giggle, a hardy chuckle that would cause her frame to shake, her dog to growl and then it ended and she stood.

“Look…there’s no need for…formal introductions cause I know who you are…and you, know my brother and there for indirectly know me. He kind of, well beat you at the…quidditch world cup without having to do anything, which I thank you far by the way. Don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in my life in one night. Anyway that game was good, you played well…just…not good enough!” She couldn’t help but break out into laughter as she continued to go on taunting and teasing the poor boy about his loss, but she couldn’t help it. Her brother had taken the cup from him with ease and it was because of Krum. If he hadn’t caught the snitch they might’ve had a chance at actually winning, a small chance but a chance none the less. Now did it look like she was sorry for what she said? Nah she didn’t regret a single word. If anything Krum needed a reality check, being famous didn’t mean he got anything and everything he wanted, after all, he was still a school boy.

“Good thing you did lose…my brother would’ve hated to have been beaten by a student…” She laughed again shaking her head as she ran a hand through her raven black and curly locks of hair before calming herself down and looking back to him, smirking a bit. “Sorry, us Irish people tend to be a bit prideful when we win.”

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[VIKTOR KRUM]

Viktor looked at her and opened his mouth to respond to her as she told him she wasn't french and that the uniform should've given it away. But he was overrun by her talking again. He didn't know exactly how to respond as she told him he had been beaten by her older brother. He had no need to be reminded of his teams utter failure at the World Cup. He had done what he needed to do to end the Game so his teammates could walk out of that stadium at least without feeling like they had done nothing to try and win it.

"At least my team managed to valk out of z'e stadium wi'z z'ere heads held high." He said to her. "It is much better to lose and remain proud z'en to vin and lose dignity." He said to her as he looked at her. "As for formal introductions. I might know of your broz'er but I don't know you." he said. "So if I could have your name please." he said to her as he looked down at her. Trying to keep his anger in check. This was just another test for him to get through on his way to becoming a great Wizard. He knew that there were people who could not abide by the decisions he had to make in a game. And he knew there were people out there who would definitely dislike him for who and what he was.

[SARAH EVANS]

If she had known that Krum didn’t have a sense of humor what so ever she wouldn’t have even bothered taunting him. Those that were either too stupid to realize they were being taunted or simply had no sense of humor were never fun to tease and make a little fun of. And so with a heavy sigh she rolled her eyes as well as her neck before her eyes landed on him again with a less happy look on her face. “Don’t go on to be about dignity and pride. I am irish born and I know plenty about that. I know for a fact that that there is courage in those that rise and rise again until lambs become lions. And I know what it’s like to play against my brother. I live with him. And grow a sense of humor, you might enjoy what I was doing…geeze.” She grumbled as she felt her dog stand and trot off in some random direction to investigate something not that far away. She wasn’t one to keep a leash on anyone, especially her animals. And so with out calling her animal she walked past Krum and looked back to him. “I don’t know why my name matters to you, I’m just the enemy. But it’s Sarah Evans. But I’m sure you knew the last name already…seeing how my big brother is Benjamin Evans.” She said as she swung her head back to looking forward, foot steps bringing her closer to the edge of the forbidden forest.

So what if it was “forbidden”? if she went deep enough then yes, it was, but she never went far enough to even meet the evil ugly creatures that they all talked about. Sure there were werewolves, sure there were centaurs and other creatures like that but she wasn’t one to be easily afraid unless there was a crack of thunder and lightning near by. And so, with a lazy and slow stride she walked in that direction, giving Krum enough time to figure out if he wanted to follow and get to know the rude little Gryffindor that was not afraid of his status as a quidditch player or as a student. He was just another wizard and a lot of students were going to have to learn that the hard way, including poor old Ron Weasley who she heard had a horrible “man crush” on the boy ever since that trio went to the quidditch world cup. “So sad, yet it’s Weasley, what more could you expect from them? Odd bunch…am I right Parley?” She asked as her dog walked next to her at the same slow pace, wondering why her master had left the boy behind her and yet was moving so slow.

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[VIKTOR KRUM]

Viktor sighed as he looked at her. He had a sense of humor just not when the first introductions were being made. "I do have a sense of humor, I just prefer not to have someone tell me off and point out z'at I lost a game to someones older broz'er." he said to her as he looked her over again. "it is a pleasure to meet you sarah." he said to her. She started to walk away and he took it as a invitation to follow and he did. "I'm sorry if I seem rude to you. I just don't know z'is school very vell and it is raz'er tiring as vell." he said to her.

[SARAH EVANS]

"Rude? No not really, annoyed, tired of the life of a famous seeker...maybe. And you think it's tiring now? Wait until classes actually start, you'll be bored out of your mind with nothing to do. This place isn't the most excited...well, at least that was the case until the triwizard tournament came along." She said, expressing her annoyance toward the competition and how pointless it was. It was nothing more than a popularity contest to show who was better than who. In this case, three schools trying to rub it in the other's face that they have the better students than the other two. Since when did teaching their students become a back seat affair? It was pathetic to her. But it was her last year, she'd be done, and she'd never have to look back to this place ever again. She could take her brother's place as the quidditch player that brought in the money and she could just...live her life.

"Anyway, shouldn't it be me saying sorry? I am the one that threw it in your face that you lost to my brother. If anything I was the rude one when you were simply being polite. I just want you to know, you'll be getting no star treatment from me any time soon." She said looking to him as he followed her into the darkening forest that many first years would've screamed at the sight of. But she found an odd calming factor to the horror and secrets that were held in the forest. And with Krum following it wasn't like she was going to get killed. She was sure he'd play the "hero" and save her like the damsel most believed she was. Which was a lie. She had the muscle, knowledge, and skill to keep herself alive and well on her own if she had to. She was her father's daughter after all. And you didn't live in Ireland without a little hard work. And then an idea popped into her head. "Tell me Viktor, do they have horses back where your from?"

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