The Triwizard Tournament {Repost}

[spirit_queen]

Pyotr zipped through the water effortlessly, and found that he enjoyed this form; swimming with two legs would never be the same.

Distracted by his newfound elation at the sudden freedom brought to him in the form of an aquatic mammal, Pyotr failed to realize that he swam right though a tangle of water we'eds teeming with grindylows.

Highly aggressive by nature, and startled by the intrusion of a large, powerful animal the likes fo which these creatures had never encountered, they attacked. Without his wand -or, indeed, hands to use a wand- Pyotr had fewer options. He lashed out at them with his powerful new tail, breaking their hold; their fingers were very long, but also very brittle.

Now, Pyotr wasn't a coward, but yet he knew that he was still awkward in this form, and the grindylows had the home advantage, so to speak. Add to that the fact that taking them out would cost him quite a bit of time, and he quickly came to the decision to dash on ahead with a flick of his tail.

[Miranda_]

Draven also came accross some grindylows; he simply hexed them, and they soon learned to leave him alone after some of them were hit with boiling water. He swam on strongly, looking about him for the place where the hostages were.

Soon, he came to what seemed to be an underwater village. There were houses, and gardens that were planted with various water plants. Draven felt he must be close to his destination.

[spirit_queen]

Ooc: Thanks.

Pyotr arrived at the same underwater village, but from a completely different direction than Draven. There were Selkies about, but Pyotr sort of expected that, and they did not stop him as he went forward.

Tied to a statue, the three hostages were half-floating, bobbing about. They all appeared to unconscious, but otherwise unharmed, and there was obviously some sort of sorcery keeping them from drowning.

Pyotr was starting to realize he was running out of breath; he'd been underwater for over half an hour, and that was about the limit his dolphin form could take. So, using his razor-sharp teeth, he severed the rope used to tie Faina to the statue, and dragged her to the surface, trying to be gentle while also trying to hurry as his lungs burned for oxygen.

At long last, her surfaced, and his pink, rounded body quickly morphed back to his own, plain, tiny human one... but not before Faina would have woken and seen the form her boyfriend had taken. His curls, now sodden, were almost straight and reached down past his eyes, forcing him to flip his hair out of his face.

[Miranda_]

Faina awoke with a gasp. She hugged Pyotr hard; she thought him brave to have taken the form of a pink dolphin in any case, and didn't mind about the colour. After all, he'd rescued her.

Draven arrived at the statue about five minutes after Pyotr had left. He used a knife to cut Dulce free from the statue and swam for the surface.

[spirit_queen]

Pyotr hugged Faina backed and laughed joyfully; he did it! He was first! He still was totally unaware that he'd been bright pink.

[Miranda_]

Draven arrived second. All the competitors made it back, altho only Draven and Pyotr were within the time limit. The Champions and the hostages were told to go to the tent for some Pepper Up Potion and blankets to warm them up before the scores were given out.

[spirit_queen]

Pyotr did so gladly, and, of course, sat next to Faina. He couldn't help but notice some people snickering. "Do you know why they're laughing?" he asked his girlfriend.

[Miranda_]

Faina tactfully told Pyotr that his dolphin form had been pink in colour, stressing that she didn't mind.

The scores were to be given out. Professor Dippet gave Collette a six; Professor Jaska gave her a four.

[spirit_queen]

Upon hearing this, however, Pyotr's face soon matched the color he'd been as a dolphin.

Headmistress Chantal considered a moment, then gave her student a five.

[Miranda_]

Professor Dippet gave Pyotr a seven; he took points off for the fact that instead of fighting the grindylows, the Durmstrang Champion had fled. Professor Jaska gave his student an eight.