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Who: Harry Potter, other students, teachers
Where: Hogwarts
When: Lunch, 1st November 1994, the day after the champions were selected
Rating: G - PG-13 depending on how nice the students talk ;-)
Why: To let everyone at Hogwarts react to the selection. Treat this as a gathering type post so tag each other or Harry or whatever you like :-)
It wasn't even a full day since his name had popped out of that damned Goblet and Harry had already been tripped, pushed, bumped and kicked - all accidentally, of course - more than he'd ever been on a day back in the school where he was in the same class as Dudley and his cronies.
While some of the Gryffindors seemed to think it was brilliant that he'd somehow tricked his way into this competition, even some of them felt it was low and that he should at least have shared it with someone. Like his best friends. Or something. And some were simply opposed to the cheating they saw. Of course, all the Hufflepuffs felt that way and Harry was particularly miserable about this as he'd usually gotten along well with a good deal of them.
Even now, at lunch, he didn't have any peace. Every time someone passed he had to shift or duck to avoid something falling on him, or at least endure being called names. As if it wasn't bad enough that Fleur Delacour called him a 'little boy' and he was getting increasingly worried about this whole thing. What a miserable day.
'Potter stinks,' someone called as they passed. Harry didn't even look up any more. It was already getting very old.
Where: Hogwarts
When: Lunch, 1st November 1994, the day after the champions were selected
Rating: G - PG-13 depending on how nice the students talk ;-)
Why: To let everyone at Hogwarts react to the selection. Treat this as a gathering type post so tag each other or Harry or whatever you like :-)
It wasn't even a full day since his name had popped out of that damned Goblet and Harry had already been tripped, pushed, bumped and kicked - all accidentally, of course - more than he'd ever been on a day back in the school where he was in the same class as Dudley and his cronies.
While some of the Gryffindors seemed to think it was brilliant that he'd somehow tricked his way into this competition, even some of them felt it was low and that he should at least have shared it with someone. Like his best friends. Or something. And some were simply opposed to the cheating they saw. Of course, all the Hufflepuffs felt that way and Harry was particularly miserable about this as he'd usually gotten along well with a good deal of them.
Even now, at lunch, he didn't have any peace. Every time someone passed he had to shift or duck to avoid something falling on him, or at least endure being called names. As if it wasn't bad enough that Fleur Delacour called him a 'little boy' and he was getting increasingly worried about this whole thing. What a miserable day.
'Potter stinks,' someone called as they passed. Harry didn't even look up any more. It was already getting very old.