The Triwizard's Chosen

The day went slowly. Forcing me to listen to whispers of what had happened the day before. Dumbledore had personally spoken to Harry, Michael, and Padma. I however, didn't even make his radar. Crouch was sent off to Azkaban, leaving us without a Dark Arts Teacher, but word was a new one was already on their way. I was destined for zero credit from this all, but it did further confirm that this Aegis was accurate.

"It's odd seeing Idius on his feet," cackled a Slytherin as I passed. It seemed I was going to be the butt of jokes for a bit. I walked towards the great hall, where the blue hue of the Triwizard cup radiated. I hadn't been able to put in my name, but I also wasn't likely to get chosen. Honestly, after yesterday I didn't deserve it. There were many better candidates than me.

I approached the doorway, when a voice called to me.

"Halfhwit," said Hermione. Hermione motioned for me to follow her. She seemed serious. Hermione had done nothing wrong, but I felt some resentment towards her. I didn't want to listen to what she had to say. I slipped the Aegis onto my face. Trying to get an idea of what to expect.

80% Chance to get a kiss

08% Chance to get a date

Such a high chance for a kiss. That didn't seem right, but I had made a bet for a kiss on the cheek. Nobody besides Michael had acknowledged the bet though. He would pay up.

Was Hermione about to kiss my cheek for this bet?