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Tiana couldn’t believe the announcement. She had been swept up with the excitement of the Triwizard tournament along with about practically every other student in school. She’d even gone so far as to put her name in as a possible champion, though ever since Tiana’s mood veered from one extreme to the other. Of course it would be exciting to be chosen, but it was also terrifying. Why shouldn’t she be picked? But also maybe it would be better if someone else was picked instead. 

It was rather hard to put the Hogwarts Castle on the same level as the Palace of Beauxbatons; it lacked a lot of things Beauxbatons has, especially its charms -- and Naveen’s usual entourage that followed him throughout the halls. Well, he still had a small handful of his peers with him as fellow delegates for this year’s Triwizard Tournament. Although all of them had entered their named in the cup, majority of the Academy was rooting for the “Prince” of the school to claim the title of Beauxbatons’ champion. However, Naveen personally wasn’t too enthusiastic about the idea of that happening.

Seeing that the other Beauxbatons 6th and 7th year delegates were excited about being able to visit the British Wizarding school and distracted by the new atmosphere, he took this rare opportunity to escape while the attention wasn’t on him to take a breather and be alone with his thoughts. He left the living quarters Hogwarts had set aside for the visiting students with a notebook in hand and a little tune resonating from his chest.

While he was well aware that being a new (very handsome) face, he was still technically a stranger so eyes definitely followed him down the halls -- which he expected and didn’t really mind all that much. However, he still sought out a quieter place; not a very easy thing to do in a new place that was housing a little more students than normal. Perhaps it was time to seek further help.

Charms wasn’t his worst class, but it wasn’t his best either.  An exam was fast approaching and Kristoff knew that he had to get practicing. Classes had ended for the day, but he had snuck back into the classroom to get some practice.  He’d been able so far to so far master colour changing , enlargement  and shrinking charms on the various objects in the room.  Even doing that much took a lot so he decided to take a fun, somewhat relevant break.

The first snow had fallen and Kristoff had gathered a pile of it and brought it into the classroom.  Every year after the first snow Sven would challenge Kristoff to a snowball fight and every year Sven would win.  Kristoff had had enough of that, he was determined to learn the bewitching snowball charm that he had come across in his text book. He pointed his wand at the pile of snow, said the chant, and then pointed to the closed classroom door.  He had intended just to have the snowballs hit the door, he hadn’t counted on someone walking right in and getting the snowballs right in the stomach.

Although the N.E.W.T.s weren’t for a few more months, Al was still dreading the end of the term because of it. Plus, there was no hurt in studying early right? It was a shame the library forbade any snacks; he studied a lot better while eating, but he didn’t really feel like checking out books and carrying them through corridors filled with students from THREE of the most populated Wizarding Schools in Europe. 

The library was pretty crowded itself, but he continued to search for books he heard would help with some of the tests he was planning to take. He managed to find them all except one. Well, he technically found it, but couldn’t quite get his hands on it since another student was in his way and it was just out of his reach. 

     Jasmine was not an expert in any of this,      at least not like her companion; however,      judging by the equally confused and slightly      shocked expression on her friend’s face,      something had not gone according to plan.