Damien "Mate, that french bombsh.e.l.l want you!"

Alicia "She's hot, shame your dating Ciri... No offence..." she adds on.

Reima is heckled by the men in Gryffindor for being such a stud while others glared at him with jealous eyes.

Reima shrugs, "I don't know about you guys but I find Ciri more attractive" he says placatingly with a grin on his face.

Ciri's cheek redden slightly at this as she turns her attention to Snuffle's who's got her head in a Goblet of Damien's blood. She wasn't sure how to feel about all this, maybe she should try and snag the french witch for herself? Maybe she should just stave off all relations.h.i.+ps whatsoever... Atleast until the Wild Hunt is dealt with.

It isn't long after this that Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch make they way to the chairs near Dumbledore. The headmaster stands up and smiles, "It's time! The Tri-Wizard tournament is about to start, I'd like to clarify a few things before we bring in the casket... But first, let me introduce, for those of you who do not know them, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International

Magical Cooperation and Mr. Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports."

Reima and Ciri recognise both men from the World Cup, Ludo Bagman being the overweight commentator and Barty Crouch being the one who was waving his wand in their faces and demanding answers, neither had a good opinion of the two men.

Dumbledore goes on to explain that he, the two foreign school leader and the previosuly mentioned Ministry officials will be judging the tasks during the event.

The headmaster continues, "There will be three tasks, s.p.a.ced throughout the school year, and they will test the champions in many different ways . . . their magical prowess, their daring, their powers of deduction, and, of course... Their ability to cope with danger!"

He goes onto explain that each champion will be given points for how well they each do the task, and that the points will determine what kind of advantage they will have at the final task.

The caretaker filch walks in pus.h.i.+ng a large golden casket, once it's directly in-front of the headmaster he taps it with his wand, causing it to seemingly melt away to reveal the contents inside... A goblet?

The stone goblet is topped with blue flames that seemed to mesmerise the rest of the school.

Dumbledore "For any of you that wish to become a champion, you will need to place your name in the Goblet of fire. It will be placed in the entrance hall and I will personally inscribe an age-line to prevent anyone under the required age from competing, know that I only do this for your own safety, as the tasks will be brutal, hardy and maybe even horrific!" his words echo, causing some who were considering having a go to relinquish those thoughts.

Dumbledore continues on until he finally gives everyone a goodnight and has the school start preparing for tomorrow.

The Gryffindor table, like all the others were rabidly talking to each other, some boasting that they'd put their names into the Goblet while others saying how they'd bed one of the Beauxbaton's girls. All these boasts would go on deaf ears however as most already knew.

Reima found himself in his dorm with Damien yet again, the boy seems intent on asking him all questions possible about Fleur, despite he himself only knowing her for around an hour now...

Damien "So, are you going to go for it?"

Reima "Go for what?" he asks, already knowing where this is heading.

Damien leans closer and almost whispers, "Youknow, with Fleur?"

Reima sigh's, "Youknow I'm dating Ciri right?"

Damien "Yeah, but... She doesn't have to know..." he says, not really convinced of his own argument.

Reima "You clearly haven't seen an angry Ciri, I value my t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es as well as my life thanks, if you're so interested maybe you should go for her yourself?" he questions.

Damien "Ah, no... I couldn't, she's way outta my league" he says depressingly.

Reima "Never know if you never try." he says simply before laying on his bed for the first time in a while and starting to meditate. He wanted to continue trying to form channels for his Humanity but with the school on high security and Filch almost sprinting from hall to hall, he didn't think it was worth the ha.s.sle one night of training would provide.

Once Damien was fully asleep Reima cast Axii on him to makesure he stayed that way before draining some of his blood for Nerissa. The boy randomly rolls over and causes a scuff on his arm from where he was draining the blood, Reima curses whatever G.o.ds of sleep caused this and rolls Damien back over to cast "Episkey", a spell he isn't well versed in buy casts well enough. The scuff quickly closes up not leaving any visible injury, allowing Reima to sigh in relief. He then goes back to his bed, sits in it upright and begins to meditate, looking forward to the not too distant Full Moon to see if Ciri can finally find her form.