The Triwizard Tournament {Repost}

[spirit_queen]

Pyotr relaxed and took his time in the beginning, at least until he was sure he'd plotted out a good path. Then, he jogged through his planned path, using several relatively simple spells to fix obstacles; lumos solem to keep from getting ensnared, Rid***ulus to confound a Boggart, Impedimenta to stop some creature he couldn't see clearly in the dark, and- well, more, but it was all beginning to blur by now.

Wait, at last! He saw it, the cup! Spurred on by the thought of success, Pyotr picked up his pace...

[Miranda_]

Draven was nearing the centre. He used Riddi'kulus to get rid of a Bogart, which predictably took the form of a Thestral, and turned a corner. The cup was there, and Draven picked it up, scarcely unable to believe it, but he'd gotten there first and won the tournament. Draven stood still, planning to get his breath back for a minute or two before he fired off the wand sparks. There was plenty of time for both.

[spirit_queen]

Wait- no-! Where'd Draven come from? The Cup had been there, been his, and he'd been only a few feet away, when Draven pooped over from the left and nabbed it first.

Oh, **** it all! He was so freakin' close! He doubled over to catch his breath, and also to hide his disappointment.

[Miranda_]

Draven didn't notice Pyotr at first; he just raised his wand and fired off the green sparks. He then turned and saw the Durmstrang boy, just a few inches away.

"Better luck next time," he said.

[spirit_queen]

Pyotr sighed and shook his head. "Congrats," he said, trying to be a good loser. It stung to lose, but he figured it would be no excuse to behave like a brat.

[Miranda_]

A few moments later, the maze disappeared, sinking into the ground. The tournament was offically over.

[spirit_queen]

Pyotr sighed and ruffled his ringlets dejectedly; he knew that many members of his school would be angry at him fo losing this. Hell, many of them still said he shouldn't have been champion in the first place.

[Miranda_]

The judges formally announced that the Hogwarts Champion Vincent Draven was the winner of the tournament, and presented Draven with a bag of Galleons as the prize. The cup would remain at Hogwarts til the next tournament. Draven didn't really care about winning; he was more interested in what his OWL results would be; they would arrive during the summer holidays.

[spirit_queen]

Pyotr was mostly disappointed in himself; he expected more of himself. But, well, it was over... and, sadly, they would soon have to go home.

[Miranda_]

*afterwards*

Faina rushed up to Pyotr as soon as she could. "Never mind," she said, "Second isn't that bad, you know."