"I knoooow," Hazel sighed to Michelle's last. If she wanted to snog Cedric, she rather wanted to be the lovely blonde French witch... now that she had hopefully seen the last dragon of her life.
She glanced around them at the other Hufflepuffs, all sporting colors and badges proudly promoting Cedric, and further afield the Gryffindors, ablaze in red and scarlet, no doubt waiting to see their own champion. Hazel pouted.
"It just isn't fair that Gryffindor's got Harry. The Triwizard Tournament was supposed to be about having a school champion. Why have they always got to steal all of the attention?"