Elder Blood Witcher 318 Eternal Glory, For Some.

Dumbledore "Very, I trust it wasn't difficult to get here?" he asks, eyeing up the man's dirty attire.

Moody "Not at all."

Dumbledore nods and gestures towards an empty chair behind him before looking at the students.

"I'd like to introduce you all to your new Defence against the dark arts professor, Alastor Moody."

The students give applause despite they discontent they still feel at the fact Quidditch is cancelled.

Dumbledore rubs his beard and lets the applause die down before continuing, "Now then, where was I? Oh, yes. I would like to announce that we will be hosting the Tri-wizard tournament at Hogwarts this year!"

A few cheer while others look around with questioning looks, not knowing what this is about. Dumbledore continues on to explain the history of the tournament and why it cancelled due to it's exceeding large "Death toll", his words did squash the excitement of some but most of Gryffindor was more than ready to dive headfirst into a dragons maw at this news. Ron himself was already salivating at the prospect of entering and winning it, while Harry is already feeling a sense of dread overtake him.

"The schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Tri-wizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

Just hearing that there'll be a cash prize confirms for Ron that he'll be entering, regardless of how dangerous they purport it to be. Maybe he'll finally be able to stand on his own two feet after this. His brothers seem to be just as enthusiastic as him, shouting out "I'll be taking those Galleons!" "No Fred, they're mine!" there voices echo above the clamouring students.

Dumbledore "I do not wish to bring down your enthusiasm but I must mention that all of the organisers of the event have agreed that the age of entry will be restricted to those of 17 years old and above. I will personally be warding against anyone trying to get around this restriction, for your own safety." he says and the shouting begins. Most students were loudly complaining about the lost oppertunity, the 6th years more than anyone do to being just short of the requirement, Fred and George Weasley who were cheering the loudest earlier were again, making their thoughts known. "That's rubbish!""The headmasters lost his brain in his beard!""Where's my eternal glory?""Where's my riches!"

Dumbledore "These measures were put into place to prevent the high death count of partic.i.p.ants to carry over, even with the age restriction I feel that those who enter will find the challengers most difficult. And as such, if you have thoughts about entering the tournament I would advise you think over your decision many times, as your life will be at risk... The other schools will be arriving in October, now then, it wouldn't do for you all to be tired for tomorrow's lessons. Off to bed, chop, chop!" he says ending his speech.

The first years of each house were being grouped together for a quick tour of the castle before heading to their respective dorms, Reima and Ciri were about to follow when they were stopped by Professor Mcgonagall. "You two, as we do not know how far you are along your magical education, the school has seen fit to provide tests for you tomorrow. You will be pulled aside by Professor Babbling who will then lead you to where you need to go. I would advise you to rest early and revise anything you are unsure about, good night to your both." she says before leaving them both.

Reima shrugs to Ciri and asks "You confident?"

Ciri "No... I've tried to get up to my age group though so we'll see where I end up."

Reima "It'd be awkward if you ended up with Harry Potter wouldn't it." he chuckles and recieves an elbow jab. They briskly walk to catch up with the first years who are being led by a prefect, he pa.s.ses by the toilets, explains how the stairs function or more accurately, how to guess where they'll move to before finally ending up standing outside a painting of a fat lady.

"Balderdash" states the prefect and the painting swings open, revealing the gaudy red and gold decorations inside the common room.

It seems as if the excitement from the earlier announcement has stimulated the student population as most are currently present and talking about what they'd do if they won the compet.i.tion.

Reima is led to a room that seems to only be occupied by one other person, he looks at the 17 year old who's sitting on his bed and reading a book. They're black with an affro and quite tall from the looks of it.

They look at Reima and lean their head to the side, "Er, hey? I'm Damien Parks, you?"

The teen doesn't seem frightened by Reima's gaze which give him a good impression, "Reima Ludvig, guess we're room mates. Are we the only ones here?" he asks, confused at the lack of beds present.

Damien "Yeah, I've had the room all to myself until now. It'll be nice to see what having a room mate feels like though." he says.

Reima nods and starts sorting out his bed and checking out the room itself, all while making small talk with his new room mate.