the gryffindor common room was alive with activity.

harry had won the first task. well, won was a strong word. harry had survived the first task. cedric had gotten his face burned, krum had crushed half of the real eggs, and fleur… well, fleur had hardly messed up at all, but that was besides the point.

practically the whole school, even those who weren’t fond of harry had oohed and aahed as harry had summoned his broom and deftly outmaneuvered a dragon. he’d even managed to get away with only a few scrapes and bruises.

the gryffindor felt better than he had since the tournament had been announced; he’d won the first task, ron had apologized to him and they had made up, and the whole common room was cheering his name.

even a handful of students from other houses had shown up, though he was sure some were attending what was inevitably a party in the hufflepuff common room.

when you approached him, the ravenet arched a brow, adjusting the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. he wasn’t sure whether he was going to be berated or praised.