Choosing of the Candidates

The room was filled with excitement. Packed with the students from three schools, it was tough to not hear who peoples favorite candidates would be.

"Sit down please," said Dumbledore, "quiet." The room listened. The anticipation was something else. I only hoped we would at least have one attractive female chosen so I would have someone to root for.

"Now the moment you all have been waiting for," the old wizard continued, "the champions selection." Dumbledore practically skipped to the Cup at the center of the room in excitement. Dumbledore stared into the blue fires holding a single hand out to it.

"It's going to be me," whispered Michael. Fat chance.

"They don't have a Triwizard's Cup for idiots," I said.

Suddenly the flames turned red, and from them flew a scrap of paper into Dumbledore's hands. He read the name on it, and quickly told us the first Candidate.

"The Durmstrang champion is," he paused for dramatic effect, "Victor Krum. The cheering was immediate, and his choosing almost seemed like destiny. Victor shook Dumbledore's hand as he walked to the center of the room. The cup waited for no one, as the fires again turned red.

Another scrap of paper fell into Dumbledore's hands.

"The champion of beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour." Finally a candidate I could really get behind. She was gorgeous. Very thin, but with a pretty face and a promising body. She shook Dumbledore's hand as the room cheered. Padma giving me a knowing smirk as I clapped proudly.

Again the flame turned red, revealing the third and final candidate.

"The Hogwarts champion," said Dumbledore, "Cedric Diggory." What? But, but he was.

"A hufflepuff," I said, "sending a hufflepuff into the tournament just so he can get bullied and end up in third place." Padma elbowed my side as everyone clapped.

"You sound like a slytherin," said Padma. But I was right.

"that's it. The candidates have been chosen. But only one can hoist the trophy at the end."

I didn't believe it at first when I saw the fires turn red, but as the scrap of paper flew out of the cup I realized this was going to be an interesting day.

The scrap flew into Dumbledore's hand, and the very surprised wizard read off the name.