
- by Chloe Ward
There was nothing about that dark pub that night to suspect that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening.
As we crowded around the Goblet of Fire with pints in our hands, finally sparks came shooting out from it. With shaking hands, the bartender read the name “The Lemonaded.” And so the first champion was picked. Several minutes later, the cup lit up once more and another piece of paper was expelled. This time it read “amaneatingpie.” Alas the two champions were picked (they changed it to two after the whole 4th champion debacle) and so the Triwizard Tournament began.
(May contain wizard swears)