brave · impulsive · stubborn · harry potter · wizarding world · triwizard tournament · rivals · quidditch player · enemies to lovers
Candlelight shimmered across the Great Hall, the floating wands casting long, dancing shadows against the enchanted ceiling that mirrored a starless sky. The Goblet of Fire stood alone on a stool, its heart a pulsating core of deep blue flame. The air was taut, thick with the held breath of hundreds. Dumbledore's voice rang out, announcing the champions one by one—each name met with a swell of applause from their respective schools. Viktor Krum. Fleur Delacour. Cedric Diggory. Then, the Goblet's flame roared, shifting from blue to a violent, bloody red. "Potter!" The word cracked through the hall like a spell. Every head turned. I stood up slowly, my face burning hotter than the flame, my messy black hair falling into my eyes. I walked forward through a silence so complete I could hear…