CUP OF CHAMPIONS â NOETTE
[It hadnât taken very long to warm up to Noah Falk. Sweet, interesting, and a good conversationalist, she was quite glad to have him sitting by her side as the Cupâs choosing ceremony began. She was already very certain that either Chloe or Valentine would end up represent Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts had their top two front-runners as well, but Durmstrang was the most up in the air. She knew how much he wanted it, and seeing the other larger Durmstrang students who looked like they could eat him up for breakfast and poop out her, she knew it must be very stressful. As the Headmistress stood, so too did Juliette, putting a gentle hand on Noahâs arm and rubbing it lightly, comfortingly. Lightly and comfortingly, thatâs how she tried to do everything. She leaned in closer and whispered gently.] âGood luck, monsieur. Iâm rooting for you.âÂ
[It didnât take long at all for the cup to glow brighter and brighter, until it shot a piece of parchment straight up into the sky, flitting back to to the waiting Headmistressâs palm. Her grip on his arm tightened as the Headmistress cleared her throat:]Â âThis yearâs Hogwarts Champion is Dawn Sommers.â [Juliette recognized the light-haired girl who stood proudly among her peers, her green tie standing out. She was one of the Hogwarts favorites, and she looked not surprised at all. She looked expectant, entitled, and ecstatic to be walking out of the room.]Â
[Conversation normally came easily to Noah, but as Juliette wished him luck, his tongue felt heavy and his jaw locked. Heâd been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever, and it could all be over in the blink of an eye. He just stiffly nodded, trying to smile at Juliette but sure it came out as more of a grimace. It was a good thing that she didnât need to be wished luck; he didnât know her friends well enough to feel bad not passing his well wishes on to Valentine, or whatever the bloke was that Juliette had thrown her support to was. Noahâs nerves were completely frazzled as they did the Hogwarts champion drawing first, and he watched as a girl theyâd all predicted would be chosen scamped up onto the stage and disappeared into a chamber off of the main hall.]
[Now it was Durmstrang time; the home school would be chosen last, so at least Noahâs wait was short now. Still, Hogwarts had fed right into what was expected of them -- and Noah knew that his name hadnât been tossed around much as a top contender for Durmstrang. He was a Falk, but that was really all he had going for him. And then, the Beauxbatons Headmistress pulled a paper out, and Noah thought he stopped breathing as he waited to hear the name.]Â âNoah Falk.â [He was frozen in place, her words not quite sinking in, but when people glanced in his direction, he jumped up, fistpumping and giving Juliette a half hug as he walked up to the stage, still in a daze.]










