Yes indeed! Up to the top! I was waiting to see if Elizabeth wrote, but so it doesn't die, I'll go ahead and write something.

Danielle ~

The following day was the beginning of the new schedule Headmaster Malfoy initiated. We were kept busy most of the morning, though the afternoon was kept free for personal time. Which meant over half the schools turned out who to see would put their names in the goblet.

It was stationed in the center of the great hall, tables and benches pushed to the side for spectators. It blue light cast an aura of excitement and fear coursing through anyone who entered the room.

I clutched a crumpled piece of paper in my hand, my name shakily scribbled across it. Legible, but barely, my hand shook so badly. 

"Ready?" Susan asked, rocking back and forth in anticipation. She had no interest in participating herself, though she was anxious to see who would be.

"Yeah," I breathed, nodding. She turned and led the way down to the Great Hall. Already, the room was filled with people milling around, talking, gesting, and the general electric air of excitement and anticipation that comes with competition.

I strode confidently to the cup, and dropped my name inside. A round of applause echoed as I turned away. I sat down with Susan, excitement and anxiety making my body tremble slightly. I watched as other kids continued to pour in, one after another dropping their names inside.

I don't think we have decided on an event...

Astrid--

"You go first!" Ulrik pushes me forward towards the goblet.

"No!" I raise my hands up into the air. "Ladies first!"

Ulrik looks at me funny. "That was my point."

"So go!" I say.  We're in front of the Goblet of Fire, waiting for someone to put in their name.

"Okay, do you want to just go at the same time?" Ulrik rolls his eyes.

"I have to think about it," I say.

"Why did you come if you weren't sure you wanted to compete?" Ulrik asks exasperatedly.

"Oh, I want to.  It's the timing is the issue," I say.  I'm just trying to get him angry now.

He stops talking and looks at the Goblet.  A few Hogwarts students have entered already, their friends clapping them on the back when they return.  One Japanese girl quickly drops her name into the cup, and there's a few murmurings that spread through the crowd.  She's the first foreign one to enter.

"Okay, that's it," Ulrik says.  He grabs me by the arm and starts to drag me in to the open circle around the cup.

"Oh my gosh, Ulrik.  I can do this myself!" I squeal, trying to get his fist off of my wrist.  I was trying to make him mad before, but now I'm really chickening out.

He wrenches my slip of paper from my hand and drops it into the fire, quickly followed by his own.  "There.  Now you can think about it," he hisses as I stand there in shock.  He drags me back to where we were standing.

"Excuse me." I turn around and a girl is standing behind me, trying to get to the Goblet.  She's the one I talked to when we first got here.  Kyary, I think.

I shuffle over to the side, gesturing for her to pass.  She walks through quickly and gets to the side of the Goblet.

"Now that," Ulrik says, pointing her out, "is courage."

*headdesk* Okay! *deep breath, trying to pull out of my torn apart million places at once mind* I'm going to attempt to write... something...

Danielle ~

Anxiety clawed at me for the next two days. The wait was completely unbearable, though Headmaster Malfoy managed to keep our minds off of it with his "schedule". Quidditch kept me thoroughly preoccupied in the mornings, then sore and pitiful in the afternoons. I much prefered my skateboard to a flying broomstick. I would tumble into bed at night, but anxiety kept me awake. Thinking at night was usually restful, though now it was keeping me awake. But finally,  on the evening of the third day, the name drawing was to take place.

"Quit looking like one of the ghosts!" Susan laughed, dragging me down toward the Great Hall. I wasn't exactly sure how I looked, I hadn't really bothered to pay attention, other than just slapping my cap on. I wasn't even sure I'd brushed my hair, though I doubted anyone would notice. My hair was always to short and messy to tell. 

Emotions of excitement, fear, and anticipation flowed through my body, making a force that both propelled me forward and held me back. It also didn't make a good mix to try and eat anything. I sat near the Snow Queen students again, not that anyone else minded. Seriously, they needed to get over this freakish phobia of theirs. The mood in the room varied from person to person. Some were quiet, some could hardly contain their excitement, and some acted like there was nothing out of the ordinary. But when Headmaster Malfoy rose, the Hall went silent.

Excitement filled me, and my heart pounded in my chest. I sat up straight, breathing hard and fast.

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So this was mostly pointless fluff, and yeah, I went straight to the name drawing. Forgive me, I just can't seem to write mingling or conversation. Something I really need to work on, but there ya go.Somebody can TOTALLY change this. It's stupid fluff, I admit, so change, change away!

*spins around swishing cape*

ONWARD!