Ravenrin & Slytherclaw

RAVENRIN & SLYTHERCLAW-Chapter 5

The day of the first task arrived and Argenta and Honeysuckle could hardly hold their glee over knowing what the task would entail. They had sworn to Hagrid, Charlie and between themselves that they wouldn’t tell anyone. The two girls joined the crowds of people now heading to the Dragon Pavilion that had been set up especially for the task. On their walk down Argenta and Honeysuckle saw a few groups of students wearing the ‘Support Cedric Diggory- The True Hogwarts Champion’ badges and select groups of Slytherins wearing the adapted Diggory badges, now stating ‘Potter Stinks’.
“Who’s idea was it for the Potter badges?,” Honeysuckle asked her friend as they climbed to the highest of seats for the best view.
“Malfoy. He and his goons managed to get a hold of a bunch of the Diggory badges and were working for some days and nights just to get then right,” Argenta informed Honeysuckle. Neither girl was wearing any of the badges because with Honeysuckle being a Prefect, when the badges had come out, she had argued with Argenta as to why they should not wear them. They had decided to cheer for all the champions, but were- very much in particular for this task- cheering for the creatures that were to be used as part of the tasks. Honeysuckle spotted Hermione Granger smiling widely at Hagrid as he squeezed in behind her and Ron Weasley.
“Don’t you think that Granger girl from Gryffindor looks different?”
“I have no idea what you mean Honey dear.”
“Oh, only that her smile seems to be a little brighter just recently,” Honeysuckle added simple.
“Ahh, I do remember Malfoy saying something of her teeth being hit with a curse and growing long like a beaver’s!”
“That would explain it. Madam Pomfrey must have shrunk them back a little too far. But she does look better for it, I think,” Honeysuckle mused, being ignored by Argenta and soon was nudging her for attention. Argenta was yelling at the top of her voice, emptying her lungs, whilst cheering for the Swedish Short-Snout that had been brought out for the first champion. It was Hogwarts own Cedric Diggory to go first.
“GO DRAGON!! GO DRAGON!! GO DRAGON!!,” the girls yelled and shouted in unison rather than add to the boos and cheers for the champion. As Cedric made a dive for the golden egg, which was resting in with the dragon’s clutch of eggs as his rock-dog ran in the opposite direction. The dragon soon realised it was a trick and let out a huge burst of flame, which caught Cedric on the left side of his face. As the crowd realised what had happened, gasps were heard along with the cheers of Honeysuckle and Argenta.
“Good one Blue!!,” yelled Honeysuckle, her eyes just glimpsing Charlie Weasley, who was poised ready to charge in and subdue the dragon with his fellow handlers.
“Stupid Shovel Head!! Thought you could get one over on a dragon!,” Argenta screamed, earning looks of disgust and hate from his supporters, but their eyes were fixed on the enclosement and the next dragon being brought out. It was a Common Welsh Green.
“I so want one Honey. Do you think your Charlie will let me have one of the eggs when the task is over?,” moaned Argenta as they watched a group of wizards carry the clutch of eggs, wrapped in a blanket.
“He isn’t ‘my Charlie’,” Honeysuckle protested, but wasn’t heard as cheers lifted from the stands for the next champion. It was Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons. Majority of the cheers for her came from her school chums and a select few Hogwarts students, mainly boys, who had been enchanted by her beauty as she was part Veela. Once again the girls cheered as Fleur was burnt by an errant flame from the Welsh Green as she tried to put it into a sleep-like trance. Her robe was set alight, much to the joy of Argenta and Honeysuckle.
“Hahahaha!! You’re defiantly HOT stuff now Miss am so perfect and pretty because my Grandma is a Veela!!,” shouted Argenta down to the French girl, ignoring the looks that were thrown at them. Argenta moaned out loud as the Welsh Green was taken away, but soon rallied as she saw the bright frill of the Chinese Fireball, which was now waiting for the Durmstrang champion, Viktor Krum. Everyone, including the girls- but only for this one time, for the famous Quidditch player as the schoolboy stepped out into the enclosement. Once the whistle had been blown, he shot a spell right into the dragon’s eye, making it stomp and flay around, crushing some of it’s own eggs and very nearly Viktor in the process. Collectively Argenta and Honeysuckle moaned as the dragon was hit with the spell and with each stomped on egg.
“Murderer!,”! shouted Argenta, as Viktor was leaving the arena, once again drawing dirty looks. Honeysuckle comforted and held back Argenta, whispering that there was one last dragon left.
“Oh yeah! I forgot, what with Krum the murderer running away. I am vowing never to talk to him again until he apologise for killing those babies,” Argenta said as she folded her arms defiantly and turned her head to watch the scene below. Finally, it was time for the final champion, Harry Potter and he was facing the biggest and meanest of the selection of dragons that had been brought over for this task. It was a Hungarian Horntail. Many people laughed and jeered Harry as he stood there, not doing anything for some time. A broom came zooming out of nowhere and waited in front of Harry so he could mount it. He was away and flying superbly that even Argenta had to agree that he was easily the best champion to compete in this task. Once the marks had been given to Harry, the last remaining dragon was also taken away, causing Argenta and Honeysuckle to run down, at full pelt, to where the dragon handlers were herding the dragon to and stopped to watch.
“Can’t they stay?,” asked Argenta to one of the handlers nearest to them.
“Sorry, no. These females need to get back to the reservation in Romania.” He was dragged by the lifted head of the Welsh Green as it reared, not wanting to go back into it’s travelling box. They watched the handlers put all four dragons and their eggs safely into the boxes and just as they turned to head back to the castle, Honeysuckle heard her name being shouted.
“Hey Honeysuckle!! Leaving without saying goodbye?” It was Charlie Weasley, looking very rough and rugged with a fresh burn to his right temple.
“I’ll meet you later,” she whispered to Argenta, who rolled her eyes and walked off back to the castle alone.
“Hey. Does that not hurt?,” Honeysuckle said as she pointed to the burn, a look of worry on her face.
“Nar. I’ve had worse. I just wanted to say it was nice to see you again, after so long.”
“Yeah, you too Charlie,” she said, a flushed look slowly creeping onto her already rosy cheeks.
“So, erm….I wanted to give you this,” Charlie said as he handed over a slip of folded parchment. “Don’t read it yet. Wait till you’re alone in the castle,” he shouted as he trotted off to join his fellow handlers, leaving Honeysuckle to walk up to the castle in puzzled silence. Once inside the castle, she stole herself away into an empty classroom, just off the Entrance Hall and read what was on the parchment. A smile now lit up her once grim face at what she had just read. It was Charlie’s address in Romania.