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OPENING CEREMONIAL BANQUET

A/N: This is just a reference for any of you guys who want to know what the Opening Ceremonial Banquet will be like for your fics/submissions for Practice Challenge 1. The Champions haven’t been chosen until Practice Challenge 1.

6:00 PM - Schools arrive

7:00 PM - Welcoming Speech from Headmistress Mercier

7:10 PM - Performance from Frog Choir + Emerett Adams 

7:15 PM - Banquet Dinner

8:00 PM - School Champions announced from Goblet of Fire

8:15 PM - Dessert

8:30 PM - Final Announcement + Students are dismissed

All students may socialize and have free time. Extra dessert is provided in the Great Hall until bedtime. You must be in your dormitories by 10 PM. All Heads of Houses will be checking at precisely 10:15 that you are all in bed.

It is up to the Schools if you wish to reside within Hogwarts’ dormitories or within your own School’s mode of transportation (e.g. ship/carriage), but if you want to sleep in the dormitories, here are the arrangements:

Gryffindor: Ilvermorny

Hufflepuff: Castelobruxo, Mahoutokoro

Ravenclaw: Koldovstoretz, Beauxbatons

Slytherin: Uagadou, Durmstrang

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TWT RULES + MORE INFO

You are officially a champion participating in the Triwizard Tournament! There are some rules however, so please read below carefully. Failure to follow these rules may result in expulsion/elimination from the Triwizard Tournament. There is additional information as well regarding challenges, so please read it thoroughly. Feel free to message any of us if you have any questions!

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CHAMPIONS ANNOUNCED

Now the moment you’ve all been waiting for: the Champions chosen from the Goblet of Fire.

We are pleased to announce the Champions participating in the Triwizard Tournament: 

@ladyattiffanys @pamsyparkinson @remusluvpin @hoggyworty // @ultrawafflehouse @expectopaula @emmawntson  @hermiione @neilsperry @softcurses // @vincentvansgogh @leejorden @queeenpersephone @askjamessirius @audrxyweasley @enfperks // @angelinajohnson @lilyevansh @asoftdante @ginervamollly @pctter @loveqood @nargles @mollywecsley @slyttherin @hermioncgrangr @karkaroff @wolfqng @ravenclw @stars-make-for-greatstories @isalkvaltersen @saladtsar // @perfectchekov @slyherins @lucypcvensie @aurorevans

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“Eternal glory! That’s what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament, but to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.”

                            THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENTS

The Triwizard Tournament is upon us and it is the time of year where young people must compete for their school to win the Triwizard Cup. However, this year the competition will be a bit different. Instead of 3 schools, all 8 known wizardry schools will be invited to participate, and 4 students will be chosen from each school, making a grand total of 32 competitors. The stakes are raised, which school will prevail? 

What is it?

This is essentially a way for you as a fan of Harry Potter to immerse yourself into the HP universe! If you choose to sign up, you will make an OC (original character) and have them compete in a mass sized Triwizard Tournament to compete for the Triwizard Cup.

How does it work?

We will random select 32 competitors from the Goblet of Fire (aka if you fill out a form) and from there, we will work out which of the 8 schools your OC will be from. Then you must create an OC to compete in 3 tasks + the Yule Ball. If you are chosen from the Goblet of Fire, we will do a more in depth run through of the rules.

Rules:

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enter the Goblet of Fire

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APPLICATIONS CLOSE IN 2 WEEKS (7/6)

Prizes: (you win as a team/School)

eternal fame and glory

the Triwizard Cup (or at least an edit of it)

a follow from each of us

promos

a banner/edit with your Wizarding School displayed as the winner

bragging rights that your School won the 1st annual Triwizard Tournament

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I wanted to be a mime, but I talked myself out of it.

oui oui

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What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef.

oh moo

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I hate Russian dolls. They're so full of themselves

i'll have to keep that as an insult

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How do you milk an almond? Just go nuts!

ALMOND PUNS YES

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THE NEXT SELECTIONOC NET!

Vote here for the fc for the next prince of the selectionoc net!!

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Preview for our crack fic

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“WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT TO A PERSON, MUCH LESS A PERSON THAT CAN FUCKING SALSA LIKE SHAKIRA SHAKIRA WITH A 70’S HEADBAND”

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Nice header

thank you very much :)

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The dairy farmer while milking his cow strained his calf in the process.

so many cow jokes

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What do you call a cow that has sex with other cows of the same sex? Ho-moo-sexual.

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goodbye

you guys should probably read this.

It was easy yet not. Simple but complicated. I was terrified of goodbyes: signifying the end of something I didn’t want to finish. Was it really a goodbye though, or more so a “see you later”? I wasn’t quite sure.

I spent the last days in the palace well. I visited the roof more often than I cared to admit, sometimes already finding Felix up there. We spent time together often: eating chocolate croissants, taking pictures, talking until the break of dawn sometimes. I soaked up as much of the palace as I could. I even hugged Baguette (even though he wasn’t the most excited about it). I would miss all the girls so much, especially Naomi. We had another sleepover with tons of chocolate to fill us. And wine. Bottles of alcohol to wipe out all last drops of feelings and consciousness. It seemed idealistic at the time. Who wouldn’t want to erase all pain with some simple drink, leaving a blank slate of a person who just laughed at everything before passing out on the floor?

What hurt most was Haiden. I knew I wasn’t going to be the One afterwards, but that hurt. For a matter of time, I had dreamed of a lavish future: wonderful husband, lovely children, a country to be a fair Queen for. But no, within a simple perhaps 5 minutes, all of that had vanished into the very back part of my mind for shattered hopes and dreams.

I found comfort on the roof, where none of the public and Selected could see my shattered state, see the wreck of a person that I, Niara Aldaine, truly could become. Over a stupid, simple heartbreak. But I was justified in it.

For years and years, I had been left void of something pure and sweet. My parents shared no love, nor did they offer any to the family. It was all cold bitterness at home. Except the palace. For once in my life, I had felt summertime. I had felt warm love, happiness bubbling from every corner of the palace. How many times had I looked up during breakfast at the royal family laughing together at something stupid and wished that could be mine?

I sat on the edge of the roof once more, perhaps my last time before I would be escorted out of the palace and have cameras shoved in my face. Microphones and cameras all asking what it was like to be thrown out of the palace, what it was like to be tossed out of the handful of girls Haiden had brought into the palace. Was it shameful, to be treated as though we were a group of animals, that we could be bought by the palace and be plucked and picked to see who would be future Queen?  I utterly resented him for that.

What would it be like, to just make one wrong move and slip off the edge of the roof? To have a guard find a broken piece of a girl collapsed on the ground, to have a short funeral for people to mourn and cry and throw flowers before moving on with their lives? Because, as always, life goes on. And no one will care, given the time.

“No, you don’t,” a thin pale hand reaches out and grabs my wrist, “What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m not committing suicide over some stupid boy, Felix, if that’s what you’re thinking,” I snarl, already knowing what he’s assuming. “Then what are you doing?” he asks coolly, his eyebrows raised as he lets go of my wrist. “Thinking about circumstances.” “Conversations and croissants again?” Felix smiles thinly. That smile. That stupid damn smile.

“What?” he asks, noticing my expression. “Nothing,” I dismiss him, turning away. “Human emotions are never nothing and they should never feel as though they are nothing,” he states. And suddenly, I’m burying my face in his shoulder because, he knows. Someone finally understands. And I can’t express what a relief it is, to finally have someone who isn’t a girl fighting daggers and knives with me for a prince’s heart or someone who isn’t a prince balancing 34 other girls’ hearts on the line.

Felix taps my shoulder, notifying me of the soon-coming sunset and I sigh, leaning my head on his shoulder as he grips my hand tightly. And as the sun approaches the edge of the horizon, he tips his head and whispers something into my ear. A quiet deadly little secret. And of course, I accept.

It’s 10 minutes until dinner and I stand right before the entrance of the palace doors. Soon the girls will arrive to the dinner table, one last meal before the Eliminated leave and only 3 will remain. But I won’t be attending.

I wonder if any of the girls will even slightly care, or will their eyes simply skim over my empty seat for a minute and return back to the girls who are present? Naomi would notice, but she would understand my absence. The others wouldn’t.

I push the doors open quietly and walk down the extravagant marble steps, my bags with all my belongings behind me. Felix is already there, giving that same quirky, thin smile as he holds his hand out to me. The luggage is fit into the back of the car and I slip in next to Felix.

No, we’re not engaged, nor are we married. But we will be running. Running far, far away from the lovely palace full of dangerous secrets and dangerous people.

“Ready?” he asks, squeezing my hand gently. “Always,” I reply airily. I don’t look back the palace. But my mind is buzzing with revenge, secrets, anticipation.

Watch out, royals. You may think I’m gone, but I’ll be back. And this time, with an army behind me and a crown on my head.

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Challenge 5 Eliminations

We’re getting down to the final number of girls, and it’s getting harder and harder to eliminate. There will only be one challenge after this, after which I will pick my future wife and Queen of Illéa. This round of eliminations is as follows:

Niara Aldaine

Adriana de la Fábrica

Delphi Kamonchat

I hate to see these girls go, and they will be missed dearly. Thank you all for everything you’ve done for me and this country

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challenge 5

i know this is very rushed but i've been extremely busy so sorry for terrible writing :(

It was a bitterly somber week in the palace with the recent death of the Queen. The royal family was hardly present at eating times and the Selected that were left hardly talked anymore. All of us were taking it hard, but I couldn’t even imagine what it was like for the King, that he had lost the love of his life. It was hard to imagine that almost a couple days ago the entire palace was humming with happiness and life, all preparing excitedly for the prince’s birthday ball.

Each time I walked in the empty, cold, echoing halls, my heart ached a little more looking up at the serene pictures of her surrounded by her family, remembering how kind and lovely the Queen had been. 

I was sitting on a bench in one of the halls one day, curled up there with a shawl and my heels kicked under it.​ I lay down on the small bench, my head pressed against the cold marble. My head was spinning, my heart was aching, and there was a sharp pain in my leg where I had been shot only a couple days earlier.  I was fragile and hurting and aching and damaged. My entire being was so exhausted. My body hurt. My heart hurt. I hurt.

a couple days earlier

I bent my head down, my hair falling down to hide my face as Lily draped a pearl necklace around my neck. It was as though lately I had been just giving myself orders mentally: to sit, to eat, to talk like I was in a trance. I sat down next to Naomi and we held hands quietly, offering each other a small fragment of hope and comfort. It was an exhausting thing to see: aching souls and lost hope were everywhere. 

The worst was the family: the King, Haiden, and Elaine. I think it was worse when someone was close to you, when someone truly knew and loved you and then they were gone. I hadn’t experienced anything like that before due to the fact that I never really let someone in. My family wasn’t exactly the most loving. Nevertheless I still missed the Queen. I missed having her reassuring, calm presence around with a serene face and the best advice to all of us. It was hard to think that she was gone now and we all knew that her absence would never be gone unnoticed.

I wore a fluttery black dress, thin and veiled, with a small cape that draped over my shoulders. I had brought a tiny bouquet of flowers: 4 white lilies tied together with a golden string. I had picked them myself with permission from the royal gardener and a small note with a poem. Lilies signified innocent restored as one’s soul departed. I set the flowers on the grave afterwards and fled promptly, not wishing to speak to anyone.

“I… don’t think I’m attracted to you in that way,” Haiden said quietly. It was small, but sure. I could hear that tiny, tiny crack of my heart the same way you saw a tiny crack on a vase before the entire thing shattered. 

That scene kept replaying and replaying in my head when I fled the funeral. At this point I was full out running. It was so free, so deliciously carefree. I could forget about everything and just run. I eventually went up to the roof of the palace and sat on the very edge of the gate so that if I made one wrong move, it would be a very long fall.

Haiden’s rejection didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would but there was no denying there was some sadness and bitterness there. I quickly wiped one small tear from my eye when I heard a voice, “Are you alright?” 

My head spun around and I saw a slender boy standing there, with white-golden hair and icy blue eyes that twinkled curiously. Then it hit me, he was Prince Felix Vladmska, heir to the Russian Federation.

“Croissant?” he offered, a thin smile on his face. “No thanks,” I muttered, turning back around to look at the glowing sunset. 

“Oh, come on. What’s wrong with croissants? ” he asked, swinging over and sitting next to me on the edge of the roof. “Is it chocolate?” I said, looking over. “Of course,” he smiled, revealing a perfect set of teeth.

“What’s wrong with you, love?” Felix asked, noticing my blood-shot eyes and shaky hands. “Nothing,” I sighed. “Those are the most told lies of the English language, you know,” he answered. He tilted his head and looked at me with his icy crystal eyes, holding out the chocolate croissant before I gave in and took it from him.

“Lovely,” Felix said, looking at the sky, painted with hues of red, pink, and orange. I half-watched and half-fiddled with a daisy I picked as he grabbed the camera that was slinged around his neck and snapped a couple pictures. 

“What?” he asked, noticing me looking at him taking pictures. “I didn’t know you liked photography,” I answered, giving him a small smile, trying to mask the pain that was underneath. “I love it,” he replied simply, “It’s like capturing the entire essence of something into a single work of art.”

“Now,” Felix said, turning to me, “Do tell what’s wrong. Besides, what harm can it do? I’ll be back to Russia soon and we’ll never see each other again.” I raised my eyebrows.

“Just some…complications with the prince right now,” I said before giving a short bitter laugh. “Actually..it’s more like I’ll be eliminated. And I can’t return home. I’ll be shunned from my family, a disgrace to the Aldaine name.“ I sighed and just let it all spill out. The thought that I had so much to say made me start crying. And Felix was just to easy to open up to. That thought only made me cry even harder.

“Hey,” Felix said, taking the now-drooping daisy from my hands, “You’re going to be fine. Everything turns out alright in the end. The universe always takes care of its little doves.” I shrugged, wiping under my eyes. I probably looked like an awful mess right now.

Felix looked at me carefully, his crystal eyes searching mine, and twirled the daisy between his fingers. He lifted his hand up and brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear, placing the daisy there along with it.

“Hope,” he smiled at me, “Hope keeps you going, love. Don’t forget it.” For the first time in awhile, I smiled back at him.

“I won’t,” I kissed him the cheek, “I promise.”

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OH MOO

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