Finally, after a horrendous time of waiting, the day had arisen. TWT, or Triwizard Tournament had occupied the minds of almost everyone in the facility, chatter abuzz in every corridor. Even the ghosts had made an appearance, circling their school table with aroused excitement. The Quidditch Pitch was cleared of hoops and transformed into a devastatingly rocky terrain, dragons chained and deafening onlookers with their mighty roars. The onlookers spectated and cheered the display, enraptured before much had even begun. The judges were feverishly watching from the box seats, barricaded by old fashioned timber fencing, champions anxiously waiting in a specific room hidden from spectator view below them. The air was even filled with charisma. Even so, the nerves were still kicking in with every passing second. Theseus paced the room, as usual. Henry sat on a bench, remaining fairly nonchalant, only sighing every now and again and his legs shaking subtly. As for Amelia, she was screaming continuously.
"I've got this! It's just a dragon! I've got this!" She repeated, jumping up and down and stomping her feet hard on the ground. It was a form of aggressive assertion that no one had ever witnessed of her, not even the regular Ilvermornies. No one could pinpoint her motives, but that didn't matter.
"You're up." Mcgonagall swiftly appeared next to Amelia, who was now flushed full of embarrassment.
"Uh-huh." she meekly responded back, twirling her wand in her hands.
"Good luck out there, pipsqueak. Hope you don't get incinerated to death." Henry commented, folding his arms and smirking.
"Just watch me!" she squealed back, flicking back her hair and strutting off.