The Triwizard Tournament {Repost}

[Miranda_]

"At least you're not going first," Draven said to Collette. "You're going last; you'll have plenty of time to prepare yourself."

[Cheshire1996]

Collette nodded, feeling a little better, "you're right."

[Miranda_]

The announcing of the first task of the tournament was made, and a gasp went up from the crowd as the first dragon, the Swedish Short Snout, was brought into the area and tethered next to its clutch of eggs.

[spirit_queen]

Wendy was quite literally bouncing in her set; she wanted to know who was first, and what they were going to do. "I'm soooooo exciiiiiited!" she squealed.

[Miranda_]

Once the arena was fixed, Draven came out. The Champions had been informed that their task was to get the golden egg, and he had a pretty good idea of how he'd get his.

[Cheshire1996]

Collette watched Draven nervously, she was well aware it would be happening to her soon enough.

[Miranda_]

Draven took a few seconds to assess the dragon in front of him; he hoped that his idea would work. Taking his wand out of his robe pocket, Draven spoke the words of a spell.

"Serpentsortia!" A giant snake appeared; it was as black as coal with poisonous green eyes. A collective gasp arose from the crowd. Megaera leaned forward in her seat, her eyes shining as she realised what her son planned to do.

Draven spoke to the snake in Parseltongue, urging it to attack the dragon. It did so, and the dragon and the snake were soon locked in mortal combat. It was an even contest; the dragon might have been stronger, but the snake was quicker, and was able to avoid its enemy. Draven urged the snake not to harm the dragon, but to keep it busy and to wear it down, while aware that no-one watching would understand a word he was saying.

[Cheshire1996]

"He's so smart," Collette gaped. "The dragon won't ever get him now."

[spirit_queen]

Wendy cheered for him, and was excited to hear him 'snake-talk'; she thought it sounded neat, all slippery, like water.

Pyotr was pacing and nervous; he wat next. He was next, next, next, NEXT! And he had no plan.

[Cheshire1996]

Collette was too busy observing Draven to think of a plan, the idea hadn't even crossed her mind. Everything the French girl did was spontaneous and last-minute. Her nose crinkled slightly as she watched Draven's snake, and her face fell into a frown. She hoped the snake would distract the dragon long enough for him to complete the task.