Elder Blood Witcher 319 Foreshadow? Yup.

They open the doors and Mcgonagall introduces the three people inside, Angelina Johnson a black girl with black hair and muscular body. Alicia Spinnet a short, stout girl who looked like a Zerrikanian mixed with a dwarf, and last but not least Olivia Dewbury, a girl with sickly pale skin who looks too small for her age. Her thin black hair trails over her shoulders lifelessly.

The girls turn their gaze to Ciri and look confused at Mcgonagall, "Where's Phoebe?" they ask simultaneously.

The professor looks down solemnly, "Miss Buffay was tragically killed during the terrorist attack at the World Cup."

Alicia "What! The prophet didn't mention anyone had died!"

Angelina "We were there when the attack started... Why didn't she tell us she was there?"

Olivia doesn't say anything and looks at the vacant bed that used to belong to Phoebe... "Is she our new room mate?" she asks quietly, appraising Ciri up and down.

Mcgonagall nods, "However tragic it may be, life, life must continue. As this is now the only room with a free spot Miss Rivia will be joining you." She says before gesturing Ciri inside and quickly leaving, the moisture in the woman's eyes threatening to escape.

Ciri slowly enters and places Snuffles on a nearby desk, the rabbit's red eyes boring into the grieving girls. "I'm Ciri Rivia, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Alicia "We know who you are, who doesn't? The girl who killed black and butchered the terrorists at the world cup... I thought they were just trying to scare people and destroy property, no one said anything about people being killed."

Ciri "I was there with my friend, those robed men were firing curses everywhere, it would be strange if they hadn't caught anyone... I decided to intervene, as the news paper continues to report to this day." she says bitterly

Angelina "What were the Auror's doing, it's like there was new security for the event at all. You had do the law's job because they were so useless, maybe Phoebe..."

Ciri doesn't say anything and stuffs some of her clothes into a wardrobe, she takes the stuffy robe off and starts dressing into some comfortable sleeping attire.

The girls continue to talk, most of it about Phoebe so Ciri doesn't try to enter the conversation herself. She'd try to study for tomorrow but it's already pretty late so instead she climbs into the vacant bed and pulls the covers over herself, Snuffles jumps off the nearby desk and curls up close to her neck, providing them both warmth. Since the death of Nerissa's mother the girl hadn't been as talkative as before, instead quietly trying to gain control over her new powers. The most surprising of them being her mothers ability to control blood and harden it into a ruby-like substance. As her master Ciri had been trying to get her to open up but it seems she's still grieving for her lost parents.

The only thing that had actually gotten her to act like her previous self was training with swords, Reima had given her another due to her old one being shattered and had found various hidden locations for them to practise sparring. He didn't dare stay in one place as it'd become trivial to find them, even if he could wipe up their base single handedly being hunted by an entire race for the rest of his stay in this world wouldn't help towards his final goal.

In a nearby room.

Ron "Come on Harry, admit you want to enter the tournament."

Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan watch with amus.e.m.e.nt as Ron continues to bother an exhausted looking Harry who continues to reject wanting to be in a "Death Game"

Harry "Look, Ron, I get that you want to enter but that doesn't mean everyone else does. I've almost died too many times to count in this school and I'd rather it not become a habit. Besides, with Dumbledore warding it there's no chance that you or I will be partic.i.p.ating."

His words crush any remaining hope the red head has of entering the compet.i.tion, he nods and stuffs some chocolate in his face before laying back into his bed. "I guess your right... You'd tell me though... If you found a way to enter, right?"

Harry rubs his scar, wondering if the headaches are from it or his friend, "Yes Ron, you'd be the first to know." he says trying to placate his best friend who nods and falls asleep, Harry knows this due to the monstrous snoring that the teen produces.

Harry looks up towards the ceiling gritting his teeth, his shaking won't stop and the more he takes note of it, the more unbearable it becomes. He'd been having dreams, terrible dreams of people dying and what he can only guess to be Voldemort plotting against him. The forboding feeling he had when the Tri-Wizard tournament was announced only get worse when he considers the events that had transpired thus far. The death of his G.o.dfather, attack on the Quidditch World Cup, dreams of Voldemort and now this compet.i.tion? It feels as if the world itself wants to kill him, and he's starting to think it might be time to give it what it wants.