<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/56a22edf206c87b07ee5944109cf7e84/tumblr_oi4kldZljp1uppo2zo1_500.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Rhys Morahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664047#msg14664047)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 6th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inches, Chestnut, Dragon heartstring, Flexible<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor uniform (https://www.costumekingdom.com/images/product/medium/adult-gryffindor-student-harry-potter-costume.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> fff<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWOyfLBYtuU)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gryffindors, Loveday Marley, Curtis Roark, Dior Darley, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Orick Phixyll</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Since Rhys couldn't wear his usual snapback, he put his hood on his head and headed inside the Great Hall. He sat with his mates at the Gryffindor table, most of whom were in the Quidditch team. They chit chatted and laughed at some jokes until Headmaster Phixyll went on to the lectern and started his welcoming speech. They watched him in silence, as did the rest of the student body and staff.<br/><br/><em>"As some of you will know, it has been decided by the Ministry of Magic to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament."</em><br/><br/>Rhys cheered loudly, slamming a fist on the table, not caring at all if it bothered anyone near him. "Woohoo!" he shouted enthusiastically.<br/><br/><em>"This is not a contest to be taken lightly. Students have died tragically in these tournaments and while every precaution and safety measure will be taken into account, it is not a decision to be made on a whim."</em><br/><br/>"Oh I'm getting in and winning this shit, fam," Rhys announced to Gryffindor table, before looking back at Phixyll, who appeared to be looking his way.<em>That's right ya old bastard, look at the future champion,</em>Rhys thought with a cheeky grin.<br/><br/>As Hogwarts' headmaster finished his speech and the feast began, Rhys eagerly filled his plate, exchanging summer stories with some of his mates in the Gryffindor Quidditch team, before hearing an unpleasant remark from the table next to them, Hufflepuff's. He stared at Loveday, raising an eyebrow.<br/><br/><em>"Only difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin? They'll both stab you in the back, spit in your face, take everything you've got and laugh about it, only thing is the Gryffindor will go around tellin' everyone what a bloody hero they were after and get a medal for it."</em><br/><br/>Rhys stood up from his seat, swallowing the remaining of the food that he was chewing in his mouth. His eyes spotted Curtis Roark at the Hufflepuff table who had apparently overheard Loveday's statement as well, asking the Hufflepuff lass how she really felt. The man was a circus freak to Rhys, a proper weirdo. He preferred not to pay him too much attention and intervened instead.<br/><br/>"Take the L, ya Hufflepussies. You're trying to rewrite history or something? Don't make me laugh, blud. You lot are just mad the only time you ever had some relevancy got taken away by that twat Voldemort," Rhys announced loudly so they would hear him, before laughing at them.<br/><br/>As he was standing up, his eyes moved across the tables all the way to Slytherin's, where he saw Hogwarts' Queen, Dior. He looked her way and when he got her attention, he flipped off his hood and squeezed his lips together like he was blowing a kiss at her.