Chapter 3: The First Task

There was awkward silence in the tent, only relieved by the patter of Krums steps as he paced back and forth. Fleur was out there now, waging battle with a Welsh Mean Dragon or whatever it was. We each had pulled out dragons from the bag.

"A Yellow Drip Tooth," Bagman had said with a nasty scowl. Whatever that was was waiting for me after Potter. Lugo Bagman was commentating the event. He also informed us they would allow us to keep one item as well as our wands. So I brought my potion bag.

A whistle blew, and Krum slouched out. Then their were two, and a true silence.

Maybe I should say something?