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[myrachondria]

The Durmstrang Champion - Chapter 3

(Ominis Gaunt x f!OC, Sebastian Sallow x f!MC)

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Summary - The Triwizard Tournament Champions are announced, mentors are chosen, and Layla has an interesting conversation with her brother

Warnings - none for this chapter!

Notes - whenever someone is speaking in Hindi, the font will be blue, also i wrote and rewrote this chapter 3 times lmao. I'm still working on the other half so I decided to split it. I also changed Emily, the MC's, name to "MC" so it's one less name to remember. BUCKLE UP for the next chapter, it's gonna be a funny one. I'll try to get it out ASAP.

Word Count - 2.1K

Chapter 2 here

The Great Hall hummed with anticipation, the atmosphere charged with excitement as the time for the selection of the Triwizard Champions approached. All eyes were fixed on the centerpiece of the hall, the majestic Goblet of Fire, its flames flickering with an enticing allure. The Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Hogwarts students alike held their breath, eagerly awaiting the announcement that would determine the champions. At the podium stood Headmaster Black, his eyes shimmering with anticipation. He cleared his throat, commanding the attention of the gathered students. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, the moment has come to unveil the three champions who will proudly represent their respective schools in the Triwizard Tournament. Let the selection commence!"

The air crackled with tension as the Goblet of Fire suddenly erupted in a burst of flames, causing every individual to lean forward in anticipation. Amidst the fiery display, a single piece of parchment shot out from the goblet and floated towards Headmaster Black. He caught it in mid-air, his hands moving with practiced grace, and unfolded the parchment with a flourish.

"The first champion," Headmaster Black declared, his voice resounding throughout the hall, "chosen by the Goblet of Fire, is none other than Vincent Girard from Beauxbatons Academy!"

A thunderous applause erupted from the Beauxbatons students as Vincent Girard, a striking figure with his tall stature and flowing platinum blond hair, made his way towards the stage. With a confident grin, he executed a graceful bow, basking in the admiration from the crowd that surrounded him.

In an instant, the Goblet of Fire propelled yet another piece of parchment into the air, causing a ripple of anticipation to sweep through the hall. Headmaster Black unfolded the parchment slowly, deliberately, before announcing, "The second champion, selected by the Goblet of Fire, to represent Hogwarts is Sebastian Sallow!"

A mixture of applause and murmurs filled the air as Sebastian, his lips curved in a self-assured smile, rose from his seat. Each step he took towards the stage exuded confidence, as if he were savoring the attention. A smug glance cast in the direction of his fellow students only fueled their awe and envy.

As Sebastian made his way towards the stage, Layla, Rani, Sonia, and Cassie leaned in closer together, their eyes widened with shock, their whispers too hushed to be discerned by anyone else. So engrossed were they in their conversation that they almost missed the next announcement.

Once again, the Goblet blazed to life, casting a luminous glow across the Great Hall. Headmaster Black reached out, his hand swiftly seizing the parchment that emerged from the mystical flames. "And lastly," he began, his voice commanding attention, "the final Triwizard Tournament Champion, hailing from Durmstrang Institute, is Layla Ansari!"

A hush fell over the Great Hall as Layla, rose from her seat. Dark, determined eyes sparkled as she made her way towards the stage. The students from Durmstrang cheered, clapped, and stomped their feet in support, while a handful of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons students joined in the celebration.

As the three champions stood united on the stage, Headmaster Black addressed them. "Congratulations, champions! You have been chosen to represent your schools in the Triwizard Tournament, a formidable and perilous competition that lies ahead. May the finest witch or wizard emerge victorious."

Once again, the hall erupted in a chorus of applause, the air pulsating with energy. Layla and Vincent exchanged nods of mutual respect, acknowledging the challenging path that lay ahead, while Sebastian, unable to resist, offered Layla a sly smirk, relishing in their newfound rivalry. The stage was set, and the Triwizard Tournament was poised to begin, an exhilarating journey that would test their skills, courage, and forge unexpected alliances.

As the students erupted in cheer and the champions prepared themselves for the trials that awaited, little did they know that this tournament would not only push the boundaries of their capabilities but also ignite rivalries and unravel mysteries that would shape their destinies.

After the grand feast, Headmaster Black led the three Champions to his office for a private meeting to delve deeper into the tournament rules and select their mentors. Vincent, the Beauxbatons student, wasted no time in choosing his mentor. He opted for Professor Hugo Renard, their esteemed Defense Against the Dark Arts and Dueling instructor. A letter was promptly penned by his Headmaster, dispatching it via owl to ensure Professor Renard's arrival by Monday.

Now, it was Sebastian's turn to make his decision. He pondered for a moment, weighing his options. Initially, he considered choosing Professor Hecat, but he ultimately settled on Professor Sharp. Sebastian knew that Professor Sharp, a former Auror and potions expert, would be an invaluable asset to have as a mentor. 

Headmaster Black summoned Professor Sharp, who promptly arrived a few minutes later. He was informed of Sebastian's request to be his mentor, and Professor Sharp agreed. 

Finally, it was Layla's turn to select her mentor. Her gaze briefly shifted to the Durmstrang Headmistress, and then she spoke. "Sarah Nightshade," she said, sounding more like a question than a statement. However, seeing the look on Headmistress Petrova’s face she swiftly regained her composure, her tone firm as she repeated herself, "I select Sarah Nightshade."

Headmaster Black paused, momentarily taken aback. "Is Miss Nightshade a new Durmstrang Professor? The name is unfamiliar to me," he inquired.

"No, she is not a Professor," Headmistress Petrova replied.

"You are aware that it is strongly encouraged for the mentors to be Professors."

"I am well aware. However, I do not believe Miss Nightshade would pose a disadvantage to the other champions. She is only two years older than Miss Ansari, lacking a distinguished career as an Auror or a similar background. Moreover, she has not received a conventional education from a formal institution. If anything, I believe Miss Ansari is the one at a disadvantage," Headmistress Petrova countered.

"Very well," Headmaster Black conceded. He called upon Professor Sharp and Professor Renard, as well as both Headmasters, to engage in a brief discussion. After a few moments of deliberation, they collectively agreed that Layla's chosen mentor would not grant an unfair advantage, considering the mentor's background.

Headmaster Black granted Headmistress Petrova permission to send the owl to Miss Nightshade. However, Headmistress Petrova had a surprising response. "I don't believe that will be necessary. I believe Miss Ansari has already sent for her. Isn't that correct?" she asked, directing her gaze towards Layla.

Layla nodded.

Sebastian watched the interactions between the Durmstrang Headmistress, Professor Black, and Layla. Something didn’t quite sit right with him. Why had she already selected and called for her mentor? How did she know that she would be the one selected? I definitely saw other Durmstrang students enter their names. And shy did she choose someone so young and inexperienced?

As the three Champions were dismissed from the meeting, Sebastian playfully bumped his shoulder into Layla's. She glanced up at him, and he couldn't help but flash a mischievous smile. "I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other, huh?" he remarked, his voice laced with flirtatious undertones.

"I suppose so," Layla replied, her voice firm, and… cold?

A couple days later, Sebastian got ready to meet up with Imelda at the Quidditch pitch. She had held tryouts this weekend for the newly opened Seeker position, and he wanted to know who she had picked, if anyonet. As he approached the pitch with MC and Ominis, he saw Imelda speaking to a certain group of four girls who seemed to be everywhere.

“Hello, Imelda. Have you finally selected a new seeker?” Ominis asked.

"No," she sighed in frustration. "None of them were up to par. I've been trying to persuade Layla to join us all morning. She' not a bad seeker."

“Not a ‘bad seeker’? That's high praise coming from you, Imelda," Ominis chuckled.

"Is she... allowed to join the Slytherin team?" Sebastian questioned, puzzled.

“No,” Layla responded.

“Not as of right now,” Imelda corrected her. “But I sure can try to convince Professor Black to allow it.”

"It doesn't matter, Layla's parents won't allow her to play Quidditch," Rani interjected with a flat tone. “They’re very… particular… in how they do everything.”

“Exactly. She has other… extracurricular activities, that she prefers” Sonia added playfully.

"What kind of extracurricular activities?" Sebastian asked with a raised eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Well, here comes an example," Sonia announced with a wide smile.

"Well, here comes an example," Sonia announced with a wide smile. Sebastian turned his attention in the direction Sonia pointed, spotting two men approaching the group. They were only a few years older than him and wore Auror uniforms, albeit slightly different from what he had seen before. He guessed one of them to be Layla's family member, likely her brother judging by their striking resemblance.

As the two men approached, his assumption was confirmed. One of them was her older brother, and the other was his partner, Louis. Layla’s brother, Khalid, introduced himself to everyone and made some small talk. He stepped a couple of steps aside and spoke to his sister in a soft tone, a little too quiet for Sebastian to hear what they were discussing.

MC also noticed that the two men’s uniform differed from the usual Auror uniform she had seen. She asked about the uniform, and it was Louis who answered her.

“We’re aurors but we work in a specific department. We are assigned to capture high profile criminals. We are allowed to bring them in dead or alive, by any means necessary,” Louis said with what was probably the thickest French accent MC had heard. “After you graduate you have to go through a year long, very intensive training processes as well as pass multiple psychological tests to ensure you would be a good fit for the department.” Louis kept glancing over to Layla as he spoke.

 Sebastian noticed how Louis watched Layla when she spoke to her brother. There was definitely something going on. As Khalid turned back to Louis and spoke to him, something regarding a case they were working on, Sonia spoke up.

"Hey, Khalid. I was wondering, how would you feel if Layla and Louis got married?" Sonia asked, her voice laced with mischief. Before anyone could react, Layla shoved Sonia sideways, causing her to collide with Rani, who then pushed Sonia forward into Khalid.

Khalid spun around, his annoyance evident on his face. He placed his hands on Sonia's shoulders and gently pushed her back a few steps.

"What did she mean by that?" Khalid demanded, his tone suspicious.

“How am I supposed to know? She’s a stupid girl so she asks stupid questions,” Layla responded with annoyance, shooting a brief glance at Sonia to signal her to keep quiet.

"I-It's actually true," Sonia stammered nervously. "I am fairly dumb. My parents even say that to me all of the time. They always praise my sisters for being the smart ones. Sometimes, I even forget where I am. On our way to Hogwarts, I completely blanked and forgot where we were going, and-"

Khalid raised his hand, cutting her off. He rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Enough." He motioned for Layla to follow him, indicating they needed to speak privately.

Layla and Khalid distanced themselves, creating some space between them and the rest of the group.

"She wasn't chosen?"

"Evidently not."

"Why?"

She looked at him annoyed. “How would I know?”

"Well, did she even participate in the selection? Or did she decide not to enter at all, leading to someone else being chosen?" Khalid pressed some more.

“I don’t know. I’ll find out.”

“Okay. Mama and baba are asking.”

Khalid started to walk back to the group, but Layla grabbed his arm.

“One more thing…”

“What?”

“Those three are everywhere. I don’t know if they’re following me or it’s just a coincidence.”

“What are their names?”

“Sebastian Sallow, MC, Ominis Gaunt. Oh, and Amara Hawthorne.”

"Okay. I'll deal with it."

"Not like that. I just... want to know more about them."

"Fine."

Sebastian's eyes remained fixed on Layla and her brother, observing their hushed conversation with growing curiosity. It seemed like a serious conversation. They approached the group once they were done and just as fast as they came, Khalid and Louis were gone. Sebastian couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to their conversation than meets the eye.

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[intemporalities]

Guess which goth moody teen witch is ready to wreck shit in Tower of Fantasy?

@crxstallium​ Crys look it’s your daughter X’D

[faelot]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

CHARACTER : HAURCHEFANT GREYSTONE

APHRODITE.   laughter loving.   sweet smiles.  dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair.   sees the world as a runway.   unapologetically sexual. (lol)   the sea washing their ankles.  in love with love.   stirrer of passion.  cunning concealed by painted lips.  secret daggers.  doves.   revolution in their kiss.   delighting in the waves.   flirtatious winks.   strolling along the beach.   staring wistfully from a balcony.  this is how to be a heartbreaker.  wants to be adored.   gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO.     glitz and glamour.   art galleries.   turning the volume up.   being made of gold.  neatly organized music sheets.   notebooks filled with poetry.   bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create.  collecting vinyl records.   beautiful cover of wonderwall.   playing multiple instruments.   tasting like sunshine.   healing touch.   speaking in prophecies.   smile mingled with wrath.   shunning lies.   sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends.  sleeps naked.   arrow to the heart.  paint brushes.   probably has a tinder account.

ARES.   armed for battle.   wants to raise a dog with their significant other.   soft spot for children.  gives piggyback rides.   scarred body.   blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice.   warm hugs. well worn combat boots.   boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison.  more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think.   exhausted.   damaged goods.  force to be reckoned with.  red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS.    keen sense of a hunter.   freckles like constellations on their skin.   piercing eyes.  disheveled braid.  moonlight peeking through the shadows.   the calm of the forest at night.  lying on the grass and staring at the stars.  mother doe and her fawn.   protecting their kin.   the moon shimmering on a still lake.   quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree.  running with wolves.  bonding while circled around a campfire.   not being much of a people person.   arrow hitting a target.   popping egos.   patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze.   unreadable face.   quiet museums.  owl perched on their finger.   armour that intimidates.   eye for architecture.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses.   studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid.   big fan of logic.   loves brain teasers.  ancient buildings.  sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up.   can kill you with their brain.   heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils.  abs that can cut steel.  stoic statues.  pottery classes.

DEMETER.     soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends.  flowers kept in the pockets of overalls.   takes pride in their beautiful garden.   speaks to their plants.   leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat.  picking fruit.   greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain.  values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone.  curls crowned with flowers.   folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk shitposter.  on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks.  untamed curls.  rich fabrics on dark skin.   sleek furred panthers.   theatre masks.   stage productions.   receiving a standing ovation.   rose caught between their teeth.  being the baby of the bunch.  wild parties that last from sundown to sunup.   creeping vines.   inspiring loyalty.  grand opera houses.   masquerade balls.   rolls of film.  shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor.   pouring champagne into flutes.   lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS.    the calloused hands of someone who knows labor.   sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders.  steampunk goggles.   nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes.  ashes.   striking a match.   blueprints for future projects.  fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades.  wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years.   wrinkled plaid shirts.   iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets.  crafting masterpieces.   greased stained overalls.   fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry.   even their muscles have muscles.

HERA.   resting bitch face. dressed to the nines.   cows grazing on a pasture.  cool rain.  loving and hating fiercely.   hand clutching a string of pearls.   large chandelier with glittering crystals.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims.   romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it.   downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix.  like their selfie or you’re grounded.   knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul.  marble and gold.

HERMES.     devil - may - care smile.  always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine.   shitposter.  puts googly eyes on everything.  meme hoarder.   long drives on the highway.  ma and pop diners.   spontaneous road trips.   folded maps.   fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop.   shooting hoops on the basketball court.  chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations.   goes jogging in the morning.  mixes redbull with coffee.   menace on april fool’s.   hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON.   storm with skin.  colorful coral reefs.   waves crashing against the shore.  stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop.  tousled locks.  clothes smeared with paint.  owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more.   leather jackets. fondness for diy projects.  handwriting that flows across the page.   nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin.   velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams.   mood as ever - changing as the sea.   the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

HADES.     walking home alone in the early morning.   back alleys.   drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism.  crows picking a carcass.   untended dead flowers.  the black sheep of the family.   black coffee.   money can’t buy you happiness.  murder mystery dinner parties.   blood on your shirt collar.   dust illuminated by sunlight.  classical music.  dogs are better than people.  a quiet wrath.  shady business deals.  taking what you are owed.   paint it black.  seasonal affective disorder.   popping the suit collar.   grey rain on a cityscape.

ZEUS.     thunder in their heart. running on coffee.   flash of lightning.   unnatural charisma.  eloquence.   badass in a nice suit.   aficionado of history. force of nature.   lennyface.  nightmare - filled nights.  proud arm around their lover’s waist.   high - rise buildings.  planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano.  maintains order. strong handshake.   juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease.   expensive watch.

tagged by: @isolov, ilu layla tagging: everyone

[intemporalities]

“ Secretive is an understatement to my adoptive mother’s tendency to not communicate things with others. It’s infuriating. ” Layla, you act as if you don’t tend to be secretive yourself...let alone your stubbornness...and your emotions...

@crxstallium 

[intemporalities]

Layla is the master of making her friends and family scream because she’s so reckless.