The Triwizard Tournament {Repost}

[spirit_queen]

"And go together," Pyotr said.

[Miranda_]

"I'd like that," Faina replied, with a smile.

*a few days later*

It was the day of the final task, and everyone at Hogwarts was excited about it. The scores stood as follows; Draven was in the lead with fifty four points, followed by Pyotr with forty six, and finally Collette with thirty five. As far as the competition went, it would be the final task which would decide the game and the winner of the final task who would be the winner of the tournament.

The third task involved getting thru a giant maze which had been built on the Quidditch pitch. The maze contained some spells which would make it difficult for the Champions to get thru it, plus some monsters lent by Professor Kettleburn. In the centre of the maze, the magnificent Triwizard Cup awaited the winner. The task would take place that afternoon; it was a Saturday, so there were no lessons which meant that everyone could watch and cheer for their Champion.

[Cheshire1996]

Collette was excited, as per usual, which resulted in a constant stream of chatter coming from her general direction, wherever she went.

[Miranda_]

Draven, on the other hand, was silent. He'd spent the last week or so brushing up on counterspells and hexes. The Champions were to enter the maze in order of how many points they had, which meant that Draven would enter first, followed by Pyotr and Collette last.

If they got into difficulties, they were instructed to send up red sparks so that someone could go in and help them. If they reached the centre and got the cup, then each Champion was given a specific colour of sparks to send up, to show that the tournament was over and who had won.

Draven's was green, Collette's purple and Pyotr's was silver. This would mean that the judges would magic the maze away so that the Champions wouldn't have to struggle back thru it afterwards.

[spirit_queen]

Pyotr was equally silent; this was it, the moment of truth; if he won this, he won the tournament. He suddenly felt the weight of the entire school on his shoulders, felt all the hope from fellow students as well as the silent threats.

He spent most of his time in the library, cramming his head so full of spells he thought his head would explode.

[Miranda_]

Eventually, the time came for the three Champions to enter the maze. The time between each competitor's entrance was determined by the number of points between their scores. Draven entered the maze first. He took out his wand and said quietly, "Point me."

The wand spun to face roughly north east; he took the left hand path as it wasn't possible to go straight towards the centre.

[Cheshire1996]

Collette was still in a state of excitement. She didn't feel as though the weight if the world or her school was on her shoulders. In fact, the French girl hadn't for one moment thought that she would win the tournament. And so now she was intent on savoring the moment and all of it's exciting glory as best she could.

She gave her hands a clap as she waited until it would be her own time to enter the maze. "Goodness, this is exciting, she exclaimed to no one in particular. "Count yourself lucky, Collette."

[Miranda_]

Becky, the Gryffindor, leaned forward in her seat as Draven entered the maze. The Gryffindors had gradually come round to having a Slytherin be the Hogwarts Champion, especially after seeing Draven ace the last task. They still wouldn't wave banners or cheer loudly, but it was an improvement.

[spirit_queen]

Pyotr summoned an everlasting quill and piece of paper, took the right, and then began to literally catalogue the maze. He knew the parameters; height and width of the maze, width of the hedge, width of the passages... now all he needed to do was wander enough to get a clear picture in his head before he could calculate the rest out, mor or less... or at least enough to get him to the center.

Since this sort of thing was his forte, he anticipated no problems.

[Miranda_]

Draven used his wand to check he was going in the right direction, even burning thru hedges on occasion if he met a dead end. He used the hexes he'd read up on to clear the monsters out the way, and counterspells for the spelled obstacles. He was determined to use his headstart and get to the centre first.