"Can I call you Tori? You know Tori, I'm a great friend."
"I don't get it, why are you being nice to me?"
"Maybe I don't want to see you friendless."
When Victoria Silvers, who comes from a long line of Slytherins, is sorted into Gryffindor her life...
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"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and – most particularly – guests," Dumbledore began, beaming around at the foreign students. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable."
One of the Beauxbatons girls still clutching a muffler around her head gave what was unmistakeably a derisive laugh.
"No one's making you stay!" Hermione whispered loudly, bristling at her. "The Tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast," Dumbledore said, opening his arms wide. "I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"
He sat down, and Tori saw Karkaroff lean forward at once and engage him in conversation.
The dishes in front of them filled with food as usual. The house-elves in the kitchen seemed to have pulled out all the stops; there was a greater variety of dishes in front of them than Tori had ever seen, including several that were definitely foreign.
"What's that?" Lee asked, pointing at a large dish of some sort of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding
"Bouillabaisse," Tori replied, glancing over at the Slytherin table, where the Durmstrang had sat and the Ravenclaw table, where the Beauxbatons took their seat.
"Bless you," Lee said.
"It's French," Tori rolled her eyes. "I had it before at home, it's okay."
"I'll take your word for it," Lee chuckled, helping himself to black pudding.
The Great Hall seemed somehow much more crowded than usual, even though there were barely twenty additional students there; perhaps it was because their differently coloured uniforms stood out so clearly against the black of the Hogwarts robes. Now that they had removed their furs, the Durmstrang students were revealed to be wearing robes of a deep, blood red.
A Beauxbatons girl came over to the Gryffindor table, asking Ron is he was going to have any more of the French meal at the table. Lee was staring after her with wide eyes.
"She must be a Veela..." George mumbled.
"Just because she's pretty doesn't mean she's automatically a Veela." Tori sighed, biting into a warm biscuit.
"Pretty? No, no. She's hot."
"She's also a human being. I'm sure she has feelings. And I'm sure she wouldn't enjoy the fact that you are eyeing her like a fancy dessert." Tori snapped, crossing her arms. She glared at the two boys, who immediately stared down at their dinner.
Once the golden plates had been wiped clean, Dumbledore stood up again. A pleasant sort of tension seemed to fill the Hall now. Tori felt a slight thrill of excitement, wondering what was coming. Fred and George leaned forwards, staring at Dumbledore with great concentration.
