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This tiny little plot bunny.

So please don't steal.

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The students soon quieted down. And Headmaster McGonagall started a long boring speech that no one was actually listening to. Small whispered conversations had begun to pop up around the great hall.

~At the Gyfinndor Table~

"Arthurrrr," whined Alfred, "When is the FEAST going to start?"

"In a minute, now pipe down you bloke."

"But Arthurrrr, I'm huuuunnnngggryyy."

"Well you'll have to bloody suck it up then won't you?"

"I'm starvingggggg!"

"Really? You still look fat to me."

Looking vunerable Alfred's voice wavered, "Yo-you think I-I'm fat?"

~At the Hufflepuff Table~

"I feel sorry for that Italian boy, being separated from his brother and put into Ravenclaw!" whispered an obviously worried Toris.

Eduard von Bock was seated next to tilted his glasses and said in all seriousness,

"He won't last more than a month."

"Eduard! Don't say that!" said Toris.

"He is right Toris." They turned towards the voice, it belonged to a taller Russian Hufflepuff..

"Being away from a loved one is simply too much to bear, da? He will either have to face the facts or go home. Being an Italian he will choose the former. And his mob boss of a brother will leave as well. The Sorting hat hasn't been sorting that well in the recent years. An, Italian in Ravenclaw? seems to be a little off in its old age, da?" he said while pointing to his yellow and black scarf.

"Yeah, but the choice between friendship and going to the best wizarding school in the world is a hard choice." Said Toris looking over warily to the Slytherin table, where a blond with pink hair clippies in his hair sat.

"Life is full of tough choices,da?" said Ivan, taking Toris by the shoulders and turning him back to their table.

"Sometimes I think this h-house thing is just n-never had houses at D -Dante's." said the shaking Ravis sitting at the other side of Eduard.

"Dante's was never big enough for houses,Ravis."

"Well, I s-still d-don't l-like it. " replied Ravis, who was being uncharacteristically stubborn.

"I don't like it at all."

~At the Slytherin Table~

"Like, if you turn your head one more time Nat, I'll hex you so that your neck stays that way!" said Feliks to the girl sitting across from him. She turned around cold blue eyes connecting with his green.

"I was merely observing."

"Really? Like I didn't know they called obsessive stalking observing these days! What a shock!" replied Feliks, dramatically putting his hands to his heart.

"Kesesesese, society just gets better and better!" said the albino sitting next to him.

"Oui,with change comes new oppurtunities, right Anna Cherri?" said from across the table Francis, putting an arm around the dark-skinned girl next to him.

"Sometimes change isn't needed."said the girl smacking his arm away.

"Ch'nge w'll h'pp'n 'ven 'f 'ts n't n'ded." Said the imposing looking sixth year, Berwald.

The rest of the group stared at him shocked that he had spoken.

"Well that's so totally great in all Waldo, but I have like no idea what you like just said." Said Feliks.

Berwald sighed.

He really had tried to articulate.

~At the Ravenclaw Table~

"Feli, hun, don't fall asleep dear." Said Elizabeta, patting the Italian's shoulder.

"Let the kid sleep." Said the fair haired Norwegian across from her.

"I would always let little ice sleep when he would get tuckered out."

"Brother!" exclaimed Eirik, his neck all the way to the tips of his ears turning red in embarrassment.

"Oh shush, you know the stress of sorting always stresses their energy away."

"Nikolai is right, Elizabeta." Said Roderich, pushing up his glasses.

"Just look at Feliciano she's practically knocked out."

"Feliciano is a he, remember dear?" asked the Hungarian. Roderich seemed to flinch as if recalling a bad memory. Nikolai raised an eyebrow as if wanting to ask, but then decided he probably didn't want to know.

"What are all of you talking about, ve?" asked Feliciano sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Elizabeta smiled at him warmly and opened her mouth to say something.

But then Headmaster Mongonagall said loudly, " Listen up students, We are going to be having a Wizard Tournament!"

The students practically roared in excitement. They hadn't held a wizarding tournament since Harry Potter himself won.

"We are going to have two students competing from each house. Those wishing to enter must put your name into the newly restored goblet of fire. The contestants shall be announced on Hallloween like they always have. And of course, the winner of the tournament shall win 1000 galleons." Students began to glance around wondering who would enter and if they would have the guts to do it themselves.

"Before you all get excited there is one rule for entry, only those fourteen and older can enter."

The younger students booed with all there might.

"That's the rules and I shall not be changing them. I know some of you kids will try to trick the goblet, thinking you're the next Harry Potter or something equally as stupid. But, the cup has been charmed to spit out any name under the age of fourteen. This charm wasn't around in 's time, but if it was he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. Same for you students." She smiled smugly, pleased with her speech.

"Let the feast begin!"

The tables then creaked with huge amount of food on them. Curtesy of the house elves. The students digged in, foods from all over the world had been provided. Feliciano being the only Italian in Ravenclaw had claimed the large bowl of pasta to himself, much like Alfred a table over had done with the hamburgers.

While slurping up his delicious pasta, Feliciano was thoughtful.

And thoughts and Feliciano Vargas a generally not a good mixture.

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