A/N: Our summer project. This is what you get when you lock Andy and
Hallie in a house together for three weeks.
Complete obsession. The
characters in this come straight from Spiritus
aduro by Hallie, but reading that is not strictly necessary. We’d like to take this opportunity to thank
Louise for her sterling support along the way, and Arabella for her fantabulous
editing skills. J
A/N II (from
Andy): Hallie absolutely ROX. She is
the most witty, intelligent and creative person you could ever hope to work
for. My part is entirely dedicated to her and her wonderful Spiritus Aduro
Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
entered the tent, a weary expression on his face. Ria looked up.
like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards,’ she noted, arching her
eyebrows. ‘Saracen giving you trouble?’
fell back into a chair and exhaled loudly. ‘That dragon is a nightmare,
honestly. I don’t know how Harry managed to get past her.’
month ago, Charlie and Ria had been sitting at home on a perfectly normal
summer afternoon, chatting about Merri and Jon’s wedding, when an owl had
swooped in with a letter bearing the Hogwarts crest. It had run thus:
with great pleasure that I write to inform that this year, Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry has successfully bid to have the Triwizard Tournament
reinstated and played on the Hogwarts grounds.
are unfamiliar with this competition, I shall endeavour to explain briefly. The
Tournament takes place between the three main schools of magic – Hogwarts,
Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. A Champion is selected from each school to
Tournament itself will consist of three separate tasks, designed to test the
Champions’ magical abilities…
And so it
continued, a long and colourful history of the Triwizard Tournament.
Eventually, just as Ria suggested putting a pot of tea on, Charlie got to the
tasks have been drawn up and it has come to light that the First Task will
involve the use of dragons.
Ria had said, shocked. ‘At Hogwarts?’
what it says,’ Charlie had said, drawn between exhilaration and concern. The
letter had gone on to explain what this would entail and how the dragons might
possibly be transported to Hogwarts. Charlie had read it with interest, and had
come to a postscript scrawled in loopy handwriting at the end.
apologise for the extremely long and boring letter. One sometimes tires of the
menial but unavoidable tasks a Headmaster must carry out. Essentially, we will
need four dragons of different
species – that much is imperative. I am sure you are capable of undertaking
this task, and would be most grateful if you could send back a reply indicating
the dragons you will bring and the assistance you will need. You are of course
welcome to bring along any co-workers you deem suited to the task.
care, my dear boy. I hope to see you on Hogwarts grounds again soon,
it looks like we’re going to Hogwarts,’ Charlie had said, folding up the
letter. His face had cracked into a wide grin.
like that look, Charlie Weasley,’ Ria had said, smirking. ‘I don’t like that
look one bit.’
Ria were now camped in a tent on the Hogwarts grounds. It was the evening after
the First Task, and everyone was talking about one thing.
choosing of the Hogwarts Champion – for some inexplicable reason – two Champions
had been chosen. And the second had been none other than Harry Potter – who
apart from anything else was technically underage.
But he had
been permitted to participate and in the First Task had amazed the watching
crowds by completing his task in the quickest time. Ria and Charlie were
huddled up in blankets, discussing what had transpired.
you see how well he flew?’ Charlie was saying. ‘Bill always said that
Harry’s Dad was wicked with a broomstick…’
‘He reminded me of you a bit.’
had a lot more concentration. I was mostly concerned with showing off to the
at him. ‘Charlie Weasley, that is perfect codswallop and you know it. I used to
watch your Quidditch games, you know, and I could tell you were far more
concerned with catching the Snitch than observing just who might be enamoured
by your talents.’
smiled, but his eyes darkened slightly. ‘Those were tough times,’ he said
slowly. ‘Quidditch was a good way of taking my mind off… everything that was
was difficult,’ Ria agreed. ‘But I remember some of it as if it were yesterday…’