The Triwizard Tournament {Repost}

[Miranda_]

Draven waited for the right moment; eventually, it came. The snake had harried the dragon so that she had to leave her clutch of eggs unguarded for a moment, and it was just long enough for Draven to be able to snatch the golden egg and run to the finish. Once there, he waved his wand to vapourise the snake.

[spirit_queen]

Wendy cheered for Draven; he'd actually done it! He'd made it past the dragon to the egg!

[Miranda_]

Draven was relieved; he had been worried that despite his planning, he might not make it. He was exhausted with all the mental work; the spell was a difficult one, as it required a lot of concentration, and of course he had had to control the snake after it appeared.

There was a little conference, then the judges gave their scores. Professor Dippet gave Draven a score of nine, Ivan Jaska gave him an eight.

[spirit_queen]

Felice Cantal, Headmistress of Beauxbatons, had been impressed by his spell-work and his quick, clever mind. While she certainly hoped for Collette to win, she felt she had to be honest and gave Draven a nine.

[Cheshire1996]

"Such high scores," Collette commented, turning to Pyotr, "but I bet you can do just as well."

[Miranda_]

Draven went to wait in the tent on the other side, relieved that the first task was over. He took out the minature dragon from his pocket and examined it; it moved and acted just like a real one, but without the danger.

[spirit_queen]

Now it was Pyotr's turn to face down the Fireball. His knees seemed to be threatening to give out, but he managed to go out when he was supposed to.

[Miranda_]

Faina clapped and cheered when she saw Pyotr.

[spirit_queen]

Pyotr blushed, then eyes the dragon, which eyed him, too, rather irritably. The Fireball kept shifting its weight from one foot to another, then seemed to come to a decision; and it wasn't a good one; it immediately decided to treat Pyotr, n otherwise unknown quantity, as a threat, and judged him to be just close enough to spit flames at him.

Pyotr gave a hoarse shout and ducked and rolled away as the flames consumed the spot he'd been not a moment before. Pyotr gasped for a second, then scrambled away from the spot, unfortunately too panicked for a moment to realize that he'd scrambled closer to the dragon.

Enraged, the dragon inhaled deeply to flame again. Pyotr cursed foully and quite creatively in Russian and ducked and rolled again. The arena had been made to look like a rocky landscape for this event, and Pyotr took refuge behind a large rock.

From above in the seats, Pyotr probably looked a bit like a mouse darting around and trying to avoid the paws of a large cat. Pyotr was pretty fast however, and that had likely saved his life twice now.

Knowing that the dragon would find a way to flush him out from behind the rock soon, Pyotr forced himself to think, biting his tongue so hard t began to bleed.

What he needed was a distraction, something to keep the dragon otherwise occupied while he got that stupid egg. H doubted repeating Draven's method would do an good; he didn't know Parseltongue, and he doubted that repeats were allowed.

Wait! He knew a spell, a good one, too. It was VERY difficult, however...

[Miranda_]

Up in the stands, Faina gasped and clutched the arm of the girl sitting next to her as she watched Pyotr escape the dragon by the skin of his teeth.