Post by PJ on Jul 30, 2005 20:56:59 GMT -5
Eh, here's Part One. Dupin's supposed to write the next bit.
Part One
The Great Hall was silent as the students filed into the room. The six teachers sat sternly at their table, not speaking. “Silence!” Tragedy declared grandly, even though not a single person was talking. “Welcome, to 667’s Summer School Camp. I am your headmaster, Tragedy.” He paused. “For this Summer Camp, we have organised a special tournament, known as the 667 Wizard Tournament. There will be 7 Tasks, and each of the houses will send one representative to each task, save the third, which will only have two students, and the sixth and seventh, which will have all of you. The tasks are not to be taken lightly, but I think you are all up to them. The winner’s house will receive a special prize.” Several students looked interested, others glared at each other; there were a lot of rivalries amongst them, and they had been deprived of their enemies during the holidays for much too long.
“Speaking of Houses, I have a special announcement to make.” Tragedy smiled, and his eyes swept across the room. “Due to the shortage of students, Houses Gryffindor and Hufflepuff will merge, as will Slytherin and Ravenclaw.” The entire Hall instantly was filled with whispers. But when Tragedy spoke again, however, they stopped. “Tomorrow we will choose the contestants at random, though in some of the future tasks you will have the opportunity to vote for a contestant. That is all.” Tragedy sat down, and food magically appeared on the plates. Everyone began to eat. “Excellent!” PJ said, munching on a chicken leg. “We can finally hex those idiots in Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, and not get into trouble for it!” “Why do you think that?” Antenora asked from the other side of the table. “Well, I hear that in the past Wizard Tournaments, students have duelled each other for tasks. In fact, I bet that’s what the third task will be. It’s only two people, so it’s bound to be a duel between the two, or something.”
Meanwhile, on the Hufflepuff/Gryffindor table, Akbar and Derik were speaking animatedly to each other. “In the past ones, people have died!” Akbar said, excited. “Maybe we can push PJ off a cliff, or something.” Derik smiled at the thought. “It’s a good thing our houses merged, isn’t it? Imagine if we had to share a common room with them.” Derik said, venomously, gesturing to the Slyther-Claw table.
On the teacher’s table, BSam showed Kobolos a bottle of rare wine he had hidden from the other teachers. “its rely good.” He slurred, grinning, and accidentally poured some on the floor.
Dante spent the evening glaring at Swans, who spent her evening glaring back.
All in all, the food was good. After the feast, the House heads led their respective houses led them to their dormitories (Celinra led Huffle-Dor and Kobolos led Slyther-Claw. Sam remained behind, still drinking his precious wine). There the students sat in their common room, drinking purloined drinks, and eating stolen dessert, whilst discussing the Wizard Tournament, with the exception of Char and Ila, who were busy magically tapping people’s shoulders from across the room with their wands, and laughing a lot. It was a good day.
The next morning, everyone awoke late, and they all trudged down to the Great Hall with big headaches. Except for Sam, who just stayed in his bed and ordered the house elves to bring him some food. Swans was not impressed. Tragedy didn’t care, and was reading the papers.
PJ was reading a book called “Nasty Hexes and Jinxes” whilst slowly shovelling cereal into his open mouth. On the other table, Akbar was doing imitations of him, whilst Robert and Tyler were talking about Quidditch, and their own broomsticks. Most other people were discussing the upcoming tournament.
After everyone had eaten, Swans stood, and a hush befell the students. She withdrew an old, chipped coffee mug which was filled to the brim with bright blue flames. “This is the Mug of Fire!” She announced. “I have placed the name of each student within; the cup will now choose the four contestants for the first task! If you are chosen, you cannot be chosen again, except for the last two tasks, which everyone will be attending.”
The room was entirely silent, except for the rustling of Tragedy’s newspaper as he looked for the crossword section. A tongue of flame shot out from the mug, and two pieces of paper fluttered in its wake. Swans grabbed the papers and stared at them. “The Slyther-Claw contestants are” she announced, grandly, and paused, increasing the suspense as everyone held their breath. “Dupin, and Luna!” A cheer arose from the Slyther-Claw table. PJ looked disappointed. The fire rose up again, and another two papers shot out. “And the Huffle-Dor contestants are….Derik and Akbar!” A cheer arose from the Huffle-Dor table. “Today we have nothing organised, so that the contestants can prepare for the first task.” “What’s the task?” Someone from the Huffle-Dor table yelled. “The task will be to duel-“ “I knew it!” PJ said in such a loud whisper, that everyone in the hall heard, “-with Professor Celinra. That is all.”
“Professor Celinra!” PJ exclaimed, at Dupin’s side as they left the hall. “I heard she used to be a great duellist! You’re screwed!” Dupin’s face fell, but Dante shoved PJ aside. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just disappointed because he wasn’t picked.” “He’s still screwed!” PJ shouted, as he walked away. “Listen, you need to learn some good defence and attack spells if want to win. I can help.”
“No problems, mate.” Akbar said, and patted Derik on the shoulder. “I’ve always wanted an excuse to jinx a teacher, now’s my chance!” Derik frowned. “I heard she’s really good, though….” “Who cares? She’s getting old. And she wouldn’t dare hurt a student.” Derik shrugged. “Let’s go to the library and see if we can find any good spells…” He said, whilst his companions shook his hands and slapped him on the back.
Part One
The Great Hall was silent as the students filed into the room. The six teachers sat sternly at their table, not speaking. “Silence!” Tragedy declared grandly, even though not a single person was talking. “Welcome, to 667’s Summer School Camp. I am your headmaster, Tragedy.” He paused. “For this Summer Camp, we have organised a special tournament, known as the 667 Wizard Tournament. There will be 7 Tasks, and each of the houses will send one representative to each task, save the third, which will only have two students, and the sixth and seventh, which will have all of you. The tasks are not to be taken lightly, but I think you are all up to them. The winner’s house will receive a special prize.” Several students looked interested, others glared at each other; there were a lot of rivalries amongst them, and they had been deprived of their enemies during the holidays for much too long.
“Speaking of Houses, I have a special announcement to make.” Tragedy smiled, and his eyes swept across the room. “Due to the shortage of students, Houses Gryffindor and Hufflepuff will merge, as will Slytherin and Ravenclaw.” The entire Hall instantly was filled with whispers. But when Tragedy spoke again, however, they stopped. “Tomorrow we will choose the contestants at random, though in some of the future tasks you will have the opportunity to vote for a contestant. That is all.” Tragedy sat down, and food magically appeared on the plates. Everyone began to eat. “Excellent!” PJ said, munching on a chicken leg. “We can finally hex those idiots in Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, and not get into trouble for it!” “Why do you think that?” Antenora asked from the other side of the table. “Well, I hear that in the past Wizard Tournaments, students have duelled each other for tasks. In fact, I bet that’s what the third task will be. It’s only two people, so it’s bound to be a duel between the two, or something.”
Meanwhile, on the Hufflepuff/Gryffindor table, Akbar and Derik were speaking animatedly to each other. “In the past ones, people have died!” Akbar said, excited. “Maybe we can push PJ off a cliff, or something.” Derik smiled at the thought. “It’s a good thing our houses merged, isn’t it? Imagine if we had to share a common room with them.” Derik said, venomously, gesturing to the Slyther-Claw table.
On the teacher’s table, BSam showed Kobolos a bottle of rare wine he had hidden from the other teachers. “its rely good.” He slurred, grinning, and accidentally poured some on the floor.
Dante spent the evening glaring at Swans, who spent her evening glaring back.
All in all, the food was good. After the feast, the House heads led their respective houses led them to their dormitories (Celinra led Huffle-Dor and Kobolos led Slyther-Claw. Sam remained behind, still drinking his precious wine). There the students sat in their common room, drinking purloined drinks, and eating stolen dessert, whilst discussing the Wizard Tournament, with the exception of Char and Ila, who were busy magically tapping people’s shoulders from across the room with their wands, and laughing a lot. It was a good day.
The next morning, everyone awoke late, and they all trudged down to the Great Hall with big headaches. Except for Sam, who just stayed in his bed and ordered the house elves to bring him some food. Swans was not impressed. Tragedy didn’t care, and was reading the papers.
PJ was reading a book called “Nasty Hexes and Jinxes” whilst slowly shovelling cereal into his open mouth. On the other table, Akbar was doing imitations of him, whilst Robert and Tyler were talking about Quidditch, and their own broomsticks. Most other people were discussing the upcoming tournament.
After everyone had eaten, Swans stood, and a hush befell the students. She withdrew an old, chipped coffee mug which was filled to the brim with bright blue flames. “This is the Mug of Fire!” She announced. “I have placed the name of each student within; the cup will now choose the four contestants for the first task! If you are chosen, you cannot be chosen again, except for the last two tasks, which everyone will be attending.”
The room was entirely silent, except for the rustling of Tragedy’s newspaper as he looked for the crossword section. A tongue of flame shot out from the mug, and two pieces of paper fluttered in its wake. Swans grabbed the papers and stared at them. “The Slyther-Claw contestants are” she announced, grandly, and paused, increasing the suspense as everyone held their breath. “Dupin, and Luna!” A cheer arose from the Slyther-Claw table. PJ looked disappointed. The fire rose up again, and another two papers shot out. “And the Huffle-Dor contestants are….Derik and Akbar!” A cheer arose from the Huffle-Dor table. “Today we have nothing organised, so that the contestants can prepare for the first task.” “What’s the task?” Someone from the Huffle-Dor table yelled. “The task will be to duel-“ “I knew it!” PJ said in such a loud whisper, that everyone in the hall heard, “-with Professor Celinra. That is all.”
“Professor Celinra!” PJ exclaimed, at Dupin’s side as they left the hall. “I heard she used to be a great duellist! You’re screwed!” Dupin’s face fell, but Dante shoved PJ aside. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just disappointed because he wasn’t picked.” “He’s still screwed!” PJ shouted, as he walked away. “Listen, you need to learn some good defence and attack spells if want to win. I can help.”
“No problems, mate.” Akbar said, and patted Derik on the shoulder. “I’ve always wanted an excuse to jinx a teacher, now’s my chance!” Derik frowned. “I heard she’s really good, though….” “Who cares? She’s getting old. And she wouldn’t dare hurt a student.” Derik shrugged. “Let’s go to the library and see if we can find any good spells…” He said, whilst his companions shook his hands and slapped him on the back.