✭ WINNER ✭

✴ Roger Pernell Davies ✴ Seventeen years old Ravenclaw quidditch captain Head Boy ✴ all around awesome ✴

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lafemmedefleurs;;

Fleur chuckled. “No one can be the best at everything. Believe me, I have tried.” There was something amusing about Roger’s ego, almost endearing. It was as if he truly believed himself to be the most capable and talented. It was strange that the world hadn’t taken care of knock him off the high horse yet, but of course Fleur wasn’t going to be the one to do that, or even mention it. Being around him proved very popular around the students, and she was sure being with her produced the same effect for him. After all, who wouldn’t like to be seen walking next to the most beautiful girl at school? “Oui, overcome, that was the word I was looking for, merci beaucoup.” 

“Gruesome and cruel. He should be able to just not compete. You know, spend all the tasks sitting and doing nothing. Purposefully end last.” She sighed. “You think so? Because I have been observing and those things don’t seem to move in patterns.” Fleur shook her head. “Not at all. Madame Maxime would never allow anything like that at the chateau.” At his next words, she rolled her eyes playfully. “Bien sûr, I meant here. Shall we sit?” Without really waiting for his answer, she took a seat on one of the pillows on the floor.

“I bet you are the best at everything. What is it you think you’re bad at? Maybe you are overlooking something which could mean you’re better? Or can improve enough to be considered adequate, that counts y’know.” He smiles, more to himself than at her when she confirms how correct he was in reading her intentions. He did believe that he was excellent at providing assistance to beautiful women. Actually --they may even need him. To explain things of course, he was after all a top student everyone could learn from his wisdom. “You’re so welcome, happy to help out.” 

“I think he at least has to try at this point. What if its something so deadly that not competing will end in his death? I hope not but --you never know.” He smiles, sitting down next to her. “Yeah, not easy patterns but you can at least know the times one will be there most of the time. Like...the staircase closest to the Ravenclaw Common Room, always there at 5 in the afternoon, never there after 12. I have to take another route up after my patrols. --You know any constellations?” 

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lotsofwood;;

“Honestly, the entire tournament is nonesense, and the more we talk about how low our chances are, the sicker to my stomach I get. We’ve got a fourteen year old kid with a Hufflepuff, we might as well throw in the towel.” He huffs dramatically, pouting like a child.

“Roger, why in the hell would I want someone to kiss me knowing damn well I’m a shit kisser?” He groans pathetically, slumping against the wall of the tower with an exasperated sigh. Still pouting as he glances up to Roger, he blows a raspberry. “That’s the problem, how will I practice if I can’t even muster up a conversation with a decent lookin’ bird? I’m right screwed…”

“It is! I think that someone screwed with the cup somehow. How could it not have more than three champions for years then suddenly as soon as Potter shows up it has to pick him? I don’t buy it. Especially when we have people like you or me with our names in. Maybe someone is trying to sabotage Hogwarts --that explains Diggory.” He is also still peeved, and moves to cross his arms over his chest for a second. They quickly uncross when he moves himself into comfort-mode, offering a smile to his friend. “Dude! Maybe she was shit you’ll never know unless you do it again.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll kiss you. I’m a super good judge I swear.” 

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verdantmeadow;;

“Don’t be ridiculous, an hour is too much. No one takes that long eating breakfast,” Daphne makes a face and shakes her head. Right, she has to be nice to Roger now. With that badge and all. So that means she can’t glare until he leaves for insinuating she cares what a muggleborn even thinks about her looks. “Twenty minutes, max. It’s just a cup of tea and maybe toast, whoever goes for the full breakfast thing in here fully knowing the amount of food that gets served during lunch is insane. Or needs to diet really soon, either one.” She shrugs and sighs. “Speaking of, are the new schools driving our Head Boy crazy already?”

“What if you’re making conversation while eating? I’m very popular you know so it takes me at least half an hour on an off day to finish my meal. Doesn’t that happen to you? I thought that you were popular too, oh no or is it your sister I’m thinking of?” He very well knew who she was, but he also knew that mixing up his name would piss him off --so he assumed the same for her. That’s what she gets for not accepting his compliment. “Of course not. I’m welcoming of new peers. You’re the only one who is bothered --the Beauxbatons girls making you feel inferior?” 

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xchochang;;

Cho sighed. Roger was one of the last people she wanted to see right now. Not just because she knew how he must be feeling after Cedric had been picked, but also because he was one of the few people who was aware of how much she had been struggling with school lately. “You know me.” She shrugged. “I can’t really afford to be too distracted. I don’t want to fail potions, and DADA has been complicated too as of late.” She pouted. “What if I fail all my exams and I have to re-take a year, like Marcus Flint? I will die, Roger, and if I don’t die my parents are going to kill me so I will anyway.”

It took her a second to remember why she should be celebrating. “Oh! Yes! I haven’t seen Cedric yet. He’s been busy, you know, the whol’ stuff. But m’ so happy for him.” She smiled. “How are you feeling?”

Sensing her unease happens to bring up his spirits slightly, seeing as people who already feel down are more likely to feel sympathy towards others (in his case he deserved it for not being the Hogwarts champion). “You’re not going to fail, I don’t think anyone especially the professors, believes you’re an idiot.” He rests his hand on top of the table, leaning over to peek at her work. “I can help you if you want, you know I scored perfectly in everything last year.” With the small stroke to his own ego he instantly felt less irritated. 

“He shouldn’t be busy yet, nothing has happened. I mean unless he’s worried about being taken seriously already. --I’m peeved obviously. Two champions and I’m still glossed over? Come on!” 

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lafemmedefleurs;;

Fleur chuckled. “No matter how good you are, you are always going to falter. According to what I read, the tasks are planned for you to do just that. What matters is that you uhm- merde. What is the word for not having that difficulty anymore?” Her expression turned into a slight pout, she hated when words failed her, but unfortunately her English wasn’t near as good as she wanted it to be before coming to Hogwarts. “I am going to be fine, but it is nice of you to believe in me.” The compliment brought back the charming smile to her face. “I will not look out for him, of course. He should quit, otherwise he knows what he is getting into. He is young, but he is not a child.” She raised an eyebrow. It seemed like Roger was so fixated on the fact that he hadn’t been chosen that he refused to let the topic of Cedric go, but she didn’t want to talk about it, and the best thing to distract him was obviously to put a bigger carrot in front of him. “I said I had heard great things, not that I believed them. Talented wizard or not, he is going to lose, because I came here to win, so it doesn’t matter.” The change of topic was a relief. “It is fine, I suppose. Picturesque. The castle is pretty old, and the moving stairs are quite annoying. I like the grounds, though. And the way the sky appears over the Great Hall. And speaking of the sky, should we do some stargazing together?”

“What? No way if you are the best then you’re not going to screw up. Isn’t that the point of being the best at everything? That you never really do anything wrong, and all of your achievements are stellar?” His outlook on hitting achievements was obviously swayed by a large ego looming over his head like a rain-cloud, pushing his thoughts into the egotistical. “Overcome difficulty? Persevere? Is that what you mean?” He loves helping a poor girl out with language. 

“I don’t think he can quit, that’s the sad part. All he can do is try not to die, pretty gruesome if you ask me.” His attention turned away from complaining about Cedric instantaneously when her eyelashes flutter practically hypnotizing him. “You will get used to the moving stairs, it’s in a pattern most of the time you see --you just have to see them enough to figure it out. Do you not have anything like that back home?” He chuckles at her question. “Well...I mean we can look at the stars here?” He gestures up to the night sky. 

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lotsofwood;;

“Honestly, how the fuck does he do anythin’? Do you know how much I would’a killed to be on the team at fourteen? Bonkers, mate. But you ‘n I both know nobody’s gonna look into it. Can’t imagine the other schools are thrilled ‘bout us ‘aving two champion neither!” 

Oliver just gives a dramatic sigh and turns away, having heard this sermon from Roger a million times over. Hands on his hips and lips pursed tight, he eyes Roger intensely, scoffing and smacking him in the arm and the kissing comment. “Hey! Shut your goddamn mouth, Davis, what if someone hears ya?!” The blond hisses under his breath. “I kissed one girl, she said it was bad. I was fourteen, it doesn’t make me a bad kisser and I’m done talkin’ ‘bout it! ‘Nough!”

“I don’t know, Quidditch skills seem kind of tame considering he made a guy disappear when he was what...a year old? I’m thinking he could have tons of hidden talents up his sleeve --guess that puts Diggory in the ‘least likely to win’ spot, as anticipated.” He shrugs. “The other schools have pretty good champions, they shouldn’t have a problem. The goblet only wanted us to have a fighting chance you see..” 

“Relax --even if someone did hear bet it would make them more curious and therefore more inclined to kiss you!” Roger’s arms lift up in exasperation, eyes rolling back in his head as he prepared the uplifting speech he kept trying to throw that Oliver could never manage to catch. “Well I’m not done talking about it! You know that it being your only kiss means that you think it makes you a bad kisser right? Which I’m totally saying it doesn’t, you just need more practice mate.”

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lafemmedefleurs;;

“But that is what the Tournament is about. Eternal glory comes at a price. I do believe it is very irresponsible to let him participate. Fourteen is very young. I am not sure he will be ready for the pressure. Beauxbatons has been preparing its students for weeks before coming here.” Fleur shrugged, hoping to drop the Cho and Cedric subject as soon as possible. “Oui, that is exactly it. She seems very excited for him. But I mean, isn’t that what you are supposed to do for your significant other?”

“Does it though? I think if you’re good enough to earn that glory you’re not going to falter --and therefore not have to give up anything or price. I think you’re going to be totally fine, and I hope that Potter doesn’t endure too much damage. You shouldn’t think you have to look out for him though. That could bring down your chances!” Her hesitation on a subject as mundane as Diggory and Chang perplexed him. Why would someone not take the opportunity to stab at a sad reputation like theirs? “Well yes but as everyone isn’t Diggory’s significant other you can’t go believing everything Cho says. That’s silly.” Still; maybe there was no room for sense to fit into her beautiful head. “How are you enjoying Hogwarts so far?”

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jodiefoster:

me while sipping apple juice out of a champagne glass and looking dramatically off into the distance: i’ve had it

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xchochang;;

November 2nd / the great hall / morning break (open)

Cho was sitting at one of the tables with a cup of tea on one side and an open Potions book on the other. Her tutoring session was only two days away and she had been struggling with it even more than before lately. Maybe it was the anxiety. The whole tournament situation had her on edge in the first place, and even more so now that the champions had been announced. Cedric wasn’t a surprise, but Krum and Fleur too? And Harry? That was one of her main worries, she had to admit. She didn’t want people to pin Cedric against Harry, because even though her boyfriend was rather popular, it was difficult to compete against ‘The boy who lived’; and Cedric didn’t need that kind of pressure. She had thought of go looking for him. They had barely had any time to talk after the selection. She closed her book and was about to stand up when she practically stepped over the person approaching her. 

——– “Oh, dear! M’terribly sorry. Is there something I can do for you?”

Roger was amazed to see Cho sitting alone, especially after the names being pulled from the cup. Shouldn’t see be wrapping herself around her significant other? Trying to stop the inevitable bunch of girls who will start after him just for a title? His ego was inevitably bruised, convinced that he would be a shoe-in for the Hogwarts champion. Though he wasn’t displaying that to everyone, he was still Head Boy after all. He sits down across from her. “No nothing really, I don’t mean to bother you. I just figured I would be the only one in here now, everyone’s so excited they’re not focused on studying anymore.” 

He opens his book, though has no intentions to stop the conversation. “Anyway --why aren’t you celebrating?”

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lotsofwood;;

He’s biting his tongue, giving a passive shrug to the topic of the Potter boy. “Honestly, think he was dumb as a stump for puttin’ his name in, ‘owever the hell he managed. Think I’m worried more worried about a dead fourteen year old celebrity than anythin’. Kid barely knows his fuckin’ spells.” Stifling a yawn, he raises a brow towards Roger. Neither of them have paid an inkling of attention to this class, but it seems that everyone around them is also distractingly having a similar conversation.

“Honestly, seems everybody can but me…” He mutters, trying not to get to upset about his other pressing issues with Cedric and try to just use the tournament as an outlet to publicly vent. “I dunno, better them than us I guess…” The blond pouts again, scoffing at the other’s final comment. “Would’a been nice to have something since Quidditch is gone though, y’know? Feels like we’ve been fuckin’ robbed…”

“That’s actually the most interesting part about this, how did he do it? I can’t imagine he was able to find a seventh year willing to risk it, or wasn’t already putting their name in. You know what I take it back he might be okay if he can pull that kind of stuff in the actual tasks.” He’s not completely convinced, but it seemed stupid to continue bad-mouthing the boy who lived. Who knows what he can do spontaneously? 

“Hey --hey don’t put yourself down like that. I keep telling you that you can get any girl you want, you’re Quidditch captain! Even if we’re not playing that is still an extremely huge turn on. How do you not know that?” With the subject of dating his mind is almost wiped clean of his champion worries. There was another more pressing threat to an ego, one he knew he could definitely win. “Doesn’t even matter if you’re a slimy kisser --you can have someone! Use Quidditch for that, c’mon.”

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verdantmeadow;;

location: hallways date/time: november 5th, 6:30pm availability: open to all

“It’s never too early to look good,” she shrugs feeling a pair of eyes on her while she holds onto her mirror with one hand and applies her favorite shade of lip tint. Red roses, raspberries and asphodel oil, made by her grandmother’s favorite and personal potioneer in Italy. “Hoping to grab a good seat for breakfast? With so many students in this school now, it seems impossible not to feel like it’s a bit overcrowded. They should’ve extended the schedules, if you ask me.”

“Please, no one can believe you ever look bad. Especially at this time, all belief is pretty much suspended.” His shoulders lift into a shrug. Despite the mild hostility he receives from girls in Slytherin house, he can never deny complimenting a pretty sight. “Extend breakfast hour you mean? How early do you think they’d have to start preparing --right after supper?”

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lafemmedefleurs;;

Fleur frowned slightly. “Don’t you think it is unfair? They should have let all schools choose an alternative champion. I believe Madame Maxime presented that idea but Monsieur Crouch told her it was impossible. The Goblet of Fire can’t be- you know-”, she struggled with words momentarily. “turned on and off or something like that.” She pursed her lips for a moment, tempted to stand up for Cedric at the expression mediocre Hufflepuff. However, no one was supposed to link them, and he had a girlfriend to do that for him anyway. “Perhaps you would have, but if you had been chosen, you would have had to compete against me, and we would not be able to get so close.” She softly bumped her shoulder against his arm. “I have heard great things about Cedric Diggory, but I am not sure about Harry Potter. I know he is famous and everything, but he is so young.”

“It is unfair, but it would be even more unfair to us if you guys got to pick yet another amazing champion. We’d be even worse off. I’m thinking Potter is going to drag us down enough, hope the guy doesn’t end up getting too hurt out there.” He laughs. “Wish that would work. It’s an old thing, has to be prone to breaking at this point.” He nudges her back softly with his arm, then scoffs. “You been chatting up Cho Chang? That kind of regard for Diggory is straight propaganda from her mouth.”

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lotsofwood;;

“Listen, I’m not over the moon about it either but Potter’s not gonna do well and we know it, he’s nothin’ to worry about. Kid can fly a broom and that’s ‘bout it. Also his parents were murdered, not sure lucky’s the word.” He huffs, frustrated as hell, but he has an admitted soft spot for the Potter boy. And though he’s pissed he’d put his name in there to begin with, he can’t bring himself to resent him all that much.

Oliver scoffs at Cedric’s name in contrast, rolling his eyes. “Fuckin’ please, when was the last time you saw Cedric pull anything that wasn’t a bird? I’m not even rootin’ for these boys to win, I just want ‘em to make it out alive. The tourney belongs to the outsiders now…”

“What? There’s plenty to worry about --like the fact that he’s been picked as a second champion and not someone who could actually pick up the slack. Bloody hell, Hogwarts is going to lose this tournament and nothing’s even happened yet. Don’t you think it’s a waste?” He lets out a huff. “Okay maybe that wasn’t lucky --but still the guy’s gotten school wide recognition for years now it has to be luck.” 

“I’m amazed they can even do that, but whatever that’s another fuckin’ issue. --C’mon people actually dying is just something they say to scare little kids, sure they’ll end the last two tasks in the Hospital Wing or something. Y’know and die there. From embarrassment.”