<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/34/Nemesis11.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> NEMESIS TEMPEST (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14661387#msg14661387)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year / Ravenclaw<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 1/3" hawthorn with Unicorn hair core – flexible and curved<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> UNIFORM<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> delighted to be back and away from the evil step thingys<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> open to Ravenclaw - more importantly any 3rd year Ravenclaws or ... 3rd years</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The weather from Yorkshire to Scotland didn’t differ very much, except it did rain possibly in Yorkshire a little bit more and the cold of Scotland got into a person’s very bones but this never bothered Nemesis. Not from the very first day that she had begun attending Hogwarts. She loved this time of year; it was like someone had gone outside and used a magic paintbrush to decorate the place. Every tree was a range of greens, browns, reds and yellows; grass looked bare but the heather was still blooming its purple and yellow shades. As her friends had chatted away on the express, she had replied in kind but took note of the array of hues before her – etching them into her memory because the first month at Hogwarts was really the first month at Hogwarts. No Hogsmeade, no nothing! Not that it ever bothered her really, she was patient enough to wait to hit the local with her friends.<br/><br/>She had entered the Great Hall with all the enthusiasm of someone not in the least bit bowled over by the experience and yet, every time she walked in through those doors a fullness washed over her as if she were home. As far as she was concerned this may as well be that, she hated sharing a house with her stepmother and '<em>The Donna'</em>girl that she was supposed to accept as her sister. Well, she had never had a sister and having a step anything was straight out of a horror story in her view.<br/><br/>Smiling with her friends and chatting amicably they moved to their table, at least where their table usually was but now there were no house banners, just Hogwarts ones. They looked at one another questioningly, when a boy leaned closer and whispered<em>‘tell me you heard!’</em><br/><br/>Nemesis gave him a scathing look, what was he on about?<br/><strong>“Heard what?”</strong>she asked and the boy squeezing himself between her and her friends began to relate to him what he had overheard his father talking to his mother about, the Triwizard tournament was to be held again this year. Nemesis felt her insides tighten, was the school completely bonkers! Sure, if you had a death wish – go ahead and sign your name up to die all for the prestige of a fancy cup. She scoffed at the boy and ignoring him thereafter moved to sit at the bench with her friends. He stood and watched for a moment, wondering if he would be invited to sit with them but when no one even glanced his way again, he moved along down to where a few second years sat.<br/><br/>They whispered amongst themselves for a while before, the Headmaster stood up to speak. Nemesis leaned a little forward, her gaze shifting a fraction to where the Hufflepuff table was and sure enough with her big pouty mouth looking all fabulous and fascinated sat ‘<em>The Donna</em>’. Rolling her eyes, Nemesis looked towards Professor Phixyll, he welcomed all as he usually did then clapped loudly. She swivelled her head upwards when she saw others doing so and watched as the ceiling changed, splitting itself in two to show two very different skies. She knew from what the boy had said that this obviously meant the two schools coming to them for the tournament. The headmaster was talking again and Nemesis shushed those nearby so she could hear him better, some people obviously got excited over a raindrop.<br/><br/>She figured the age for entry was seventeen, wasn’t that what it had been before when that Hufflepuff died … was killed! Something made her glance over at the table again to ‘<em>The Donna’</em>and a smirk creased her face. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if her silly stepsister entered the tournament, got picked and had something nasty happen to her?! Her smirk grew positively glorious and Nemesis was suddenly very amiable indeed to those about her as they were called upon to enjoy the feast.<br/><br/><strong>“So, please tell me none of you are stupid enough to put your name forward!”</strong>it certainly wasn’t a question and as she helped herself to some of the food, a plan began to form for how she would get her snooty stepsister<br/>