<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Catora2.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> "Ora" Reyes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14814512#msg14814512)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff | 4th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | Alder | Unicorn Hair <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d9/1f/7e/d91f7ee9862016217deb8d747cb8dfca.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday | 11-01-2019 | Just after 8 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Posted up by the Hufflepuff table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Well duh, what was the MoM even thinking??<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Stupid Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BR4yQFZK9YM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <strong>[OPEN]</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>The rustle of voices after the MoM departed was like a tsunami of epic proportions. It seemed to Ora that there wasn't a single friggin' person who had seriously listened as the woman spoke. In fact, it struck her that they had all acted as if they were just waiting for the pause, the information dump, to be over so that they could fill the air with inanities. Didn't they understand that someone had been powerful enough to BREAK the freakin' goblet of fire? Hell, no one even knew how old the damned thing was!<br/><br/>Yet, the Minister's words were whispered, over and over, a repeating litany:<em><strong>"As you can see, the goblet of fire has been destroyed. This means that every champion's contract has been declared null and void. If you were chosen, you are no longer bound to the trial." </strong></em>Ora couldn't shake off a feeling of disbelief. Who cared if the trial was no longer in effect? Someone broke the friggin' goblet! Somehow, someway, a person (or persons) unknown had made their way on to the grounds and destroyed a magical artifact. Who cared if silly people wouldn't get their fifteen minutes of glory?<br/><br/>Had they forgotten about the last tournament? Someone had died! A bright, shining someone. A Hufflepuff, through and through, true as true. Hell, she wasn't even FROM this country but she had heard so many stories about that time: the pain, the death, the young man offered up as a sacrifice to a madman.  The Tournament could have<strong>killed</strong>someone!<em>'Well, anything could have killed someone, stupid!'</em>Yeah, she knew that. Didn't matter. Death by magic just seemed much more final to her. Maybe because she was Muggleborn? What did it even matter? So,  the chosen few would have to make their mark in another way. Who cared? Better alive and bitching rather than broken or dead, right?<br/><br/>A few moments later found Ora seated near other fourth years, her slim fingers casually preparing a bowl of oatmeal with brown sugar, real butter and a teaspoon of honey. A cuppa sat just to her left, already properly prepped with more honey and a slice of lemon. All of this was automatic, she paid no mind to what her fingers did as she busily allowed her mind to wander. It wasn't like she KNEW any of the supposed champions so she had no feelings about them, neither for nor against.  This tournament was just...well, it hadn't mattered to her. Still didn't. But the people? Would they be unduly affected? She couldn't imagine any of them thinking about the death aspect, only the loss of glory.<br/><br/>She ate quickly, her form enveloped by a sort of<em>cone of silence</em>as other people's words rolled over her. It wasn't that she wasn't a talker. She was! But this whole thing was pretty serious, right? There just weren't any words that would lessen the impact of what the schools had learned. And more importantly: people, real people, were probably feeling rather put out by this news. Maybe, she'd get out of the uniform later and go find someone to commiserate with.<br/><br/>Cheering up someone else always helped HER mood.