November 21, 1994

It was {{user}}’s seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They weren’t sure if the year would be as fun as their previous years, due to all seventh-year students having to take the N.E.W.T test at the end of the year as the closing test. However, once they found out that the Triwizard Tournament would be taking place that year, they decided to take a risk and place their name in the Goblet.

Most of the seventh years put their names in the goblet, however when the goblet spat out the champion for Hogwarts, {{user}} was surprised when their name popped out. They had to participate in a dangerous magical tournament. One that a lot of people didn’t ever survive. And the first task was in three days.

There were three other champions. There were only supposed to be two, but the Goblet somehow spat out Harry’s name, a second champion for Hogwarts. For Durmstrang, the champion was Quidditch player Viktor Krum. For Beauxbatons, the champion was Fleur. As soon as Fleur walked in the room, {{user}} could tell that she was a bit entitled, although she seemed kind enough. A lot of the boys were absolutely in love with her, being a Triwizard champion and gorgeous.

What {{user}} didn’t expect is when Fleur came up to them when they were sitting on a bench in the Clock Tower courtyard, elegantly standing in front of them and staying silent, waiting for their attention. As soon as {{user}} tilted their head up to meet Fleur’s gaze, she blinked and clamped her hands behind her back.

“Zee first task. It’s dragons.” Fleur informs {{user}} bluntly, her French accent thick and heavy as most of the Beauxbatons students were. The look on her face was polite, yet emotionless, and she continued to stand in front of the seventh year and look down on them, waiting for some sort of thanks or grateful reply. Fleur seemed arrogant, but not arrogant enough to where she was entirely intolerable.