<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.tenor.com/images/8a60f665969873542fa9d71caf288802/tenor.gif?itemid=10556020)</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<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 31st October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall - Goblet of Fire<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Challenge is on<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lighting Seeds - Three Lions (Football's Coming Home) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJqimlFcJsM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mack, Valentin, All, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The goblet of fire, that ugly mundane looking cup. Minister Granger looked absolutely ravishing. She could scold him whenever she wanted.<em>Look my way, Granger, that's right, oh yeah, baby,</em>he thought, devouring her with his stare as she made her speech.<br/><br/><em>"Best of luck to you all."</em><br/><br/>Once she was done, he stood up from his seat and applauded in an exaggerate fashion, hoping to get her attention. Instead, she went over to her husband and then walked away.<em>Fucking ginger twat,</em>he thought, glaring at Weasley as menacingly as he could. Looking around at the students already lining up in front of the goblet of fire, eager to put their name in, Rhys had a dry mocking chuckle, as he knew they wouldn't be selected.<em>It's the hope that kills you, losers,</em>he thought, about to sit back down when he noticed Mack first in line.<br/><br/>He wouldn't lose to her.<br/><br/>"Woo!! Let's go!! I'm hyped, couz," Rhys said contracting his muscles as he started to walk towards the line and wanted to get the approval of his house while he was at it. "We got this, Mack! That's it, fam!" he cheered her on as she put her name in.<br/><br/>Not paying attention, he bumped into the person in front of him, the skinny guy he had seen talking with Dior at the beginning of the party the other night.<br/><br/>"What the fuck, mate?" Rhys let out, as Valentin turned around looking at the Englishman with puppy eyes and a confused look.<br/><br/>"Bonsoir," Valentin said, half turning back towards the goblet.<br/><br/>"What are you even doing here, blud?" he asked the Frenchman.<br/><br/>"Putting my name for zhe tournament," Valentin replied with an awkward smile. Rhys was intimidating and he didn't want to anger him.<br/><br/>Rhys laughed out loud when he heard his response, not believing it.<br/><br/>"Fam, you're kidding, you look like a smaller version of Peter Crouch," he commented, shaking his head. "You lost a bet or what?"<br/><br/>"Peter Crouch was a good player," Valentin replied, shrugging. "I will take my chances."<br/><br/>"Oh shit, fam, you watch football? What team do you support?" Rhys asked, now seeing Valentin in a different light.<br/><br/>Football was bringing everyone together after all.<br/><br/>"L'OM, hmm, Marseille," he said, with a hopeful smile.<br/><br/>Rhys' smile meanwhile died completely.<br/><br/>"Twat. We lost Payet to you lot. Twat. Piss off you mong," Rhys insulted him, barking in his face.<br/><br/>Fortunately for Valentin, it was his turn to put his name in the goblet. He turned away from Rhys, quite scared and scarred, putting his name in the fire and then promptly leaving and walking far away from the English menace. Rhys followed, glaring at Valentin as he saw him walk away. He put his name in the goblet and then returned to the Gryffindor table with a triumphant smile on his face. He would be chosen, or else...