<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/528345016561565696/535870398927994890/615c0ac59ba639795ce753e7412e674e.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/dumbledoresarmyroleplay/images/6/64/Main_Page_Ministry_of_Magic_Crest.png/revision/latest?cb=20181224054921)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hermoine Granger-Weasley<br/><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Minister of Magic<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10¾" | Vine | Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture with black Mary Jane's<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Thursday, 31st October, 2019 | Midnight<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts | Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Addressing those gathered around the Goblet of Fire<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>No sooner had the massive grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight, than the goblet of fire sealed itself off, its flames turning red as it considered each and every slip of paper inside it. There was a collective air in the great hall as everyone held their breath and watched on the edge of their seats, with bated breath.<br/><br/>Hermione had been asked to read the names of each champion once the goblet spat them out. Making her way to the goblet of fire, she retracted her wand elegantly and prepared it to amplify her voice. Her husband, Ronald, joined her on the other side of the goblet, facing the large, ornate piece, and readying his hands to catch the bits of parchment paper.<br/><br/>With the tip of her wand pointed to the side of her neck, she addressed the collection of students and staff. “When the goblet is ready, we will have our first three champions. If you were not chosen for this trial, you may enter your name again, when the second trial commences, in February.” She gave a nod of her head, then lowered her wand and faced the goblet, expectantly.<br/><br/>Next moment, the goblet spat out its first slip of paper, which was swarmed by blue and orange flames, only to be extinguished the moment Ron grabbed hold of it. He made sure there were no more flames on the paper, before handing it over to his wife. Hermione took hold of it, smiling at Ron in the interim, and unfolded the slip of paper. Her wand returned to the side of her neck as she announced: “From Beauxbatons, the chosen champion is… Victoria Delestrac!”<br/><br/>Another slip of paper was shot out from the goblet. Ron caught it, but had to lunge after it to ensure it wouldn’t hit the floor. He laughed at himself softly, then handed that second slip of paper to his wife. She unfolded it carefully and announced, in the same way as with the first: “From Durmstrang, the chosen champion is… Nadia Gaina!”<br/><br/>Finally, the last slip of paper was catapulted from the goblet, nearly launching itself straight at Ron. “Alright,” he scoffed out, almost sounding offended at the object. He leaned over and handed the final piece of paper to Hermione, who took it only after giving her husband quite a look. With a blink of her eyes, she settled her gaze on the final name, and announced in a similar fashion as before: “Our champion from Hogwarts is… Dior Darley!”<br/><br/>The goblet of fire extinguished itself, its blue, roaring flames, suddenly dying out, as if they were doused in water. Ron took a sideways step away from it, as if concerned that it might decide to become sentient again. After all, magical artifacts and things were often unpredictable.<br/><br/>Hermione took a step forward, raising her hand holding the slips of paper, toward the ceiling. Her other hand took a firm hold of her wand and extended it slowly, as if releasing an arrow from the bow. The three slips of paper all flew through the air, as if they were attached to the end of that imaginary arrow, and then landed soundlessly on the ceiling, which was reflecting the inky night sky.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190315/a83911999b977f3eae222d62474af5a0.png) (https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190315/01126ed165113089b469525a6ce6571e.png) (https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190315/9982ee888aa8c021e329fbe3e5c9a4ac.png)</div><br/>Each slip of paper seemed to splash against the ceiling, creating ripples all around it, before sticking against something that was invisible. All three pieces of paper grew in size, so that the champions’ names were filling up a large portion of the reflective ceiling. Beyond the slips of paper, the names of each champion seemed to twinkle in the stars.<br/><br/>Hermione lowered her wand and smiled at the sight. It was done. She brought her hands together to clap for the three champions collectively. It was finished. The three of them were now in a binding contract with the Triwizard Tournament. They must see their trial through to the end. “Best of luck to each of you,” she murmured, after Ron had encouraged the three of them to stand and be recognized.<br/><br/>With that, Headmaster Phixyll, who was the first to start clapping, reached the goblet of fire and personally thanked the Minister of Magic for her involvement, before sealing the goblet closed, with its wooden covering. “You are all dismissed,” he calmly spoke to those gathered, then led the line of faculty members out of the great hall.