The night following the Halloween feast, and subsequent champion selection, were far from quiet in the Draconis Common Room.
As soon as Fleur and Cassius returned following the official proceeding informing them of the general schedule, they walked into a surprise party.
As the remaining Hogwarts girls were lined up on either side of the common room entrance, each shooting off whizby's and fizpoppers causing a cloud of confetti, and streamers to go shooting through the air.
Behind them the Draconis house elves were busy setting up a second feast on the long table, bearing upon it all Cassius's favorite dishes and desserts.
Fleur simply nodded her head, as if the celebration indeed was not for her, but instead for Cassius alone as it should be.
She join in with the other clapping for him, and offering their congratulation.
Giving him hugs, kisses on the cheek, even trying to feed him with their own hands.
But before anything could get to crazy, Cassius himself ending thing stating they couldn't stay up to late, as the Daily Prophet would be coming by in the morning and photos would be taken and how he didn't want to look like a ghoul when the time came.
Reluctantly the girls aquiesed and agreed to hold off, declaring that following the scheduled event they would for sure be celebrating later tomorrow.
With that sorted all the girls, and cassius clamboured onto his bed before taking their positions and heading off to sleep.
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The next day following breakfast in the great hall, Cassius and Fleur returned to the trophy room, and there already waiting for them was a pair of wizardfolk, a man with a 1800's style camera, and a women, wearing a vibrant green skintight outfit, and glasses that made her look a bit like a beetle.
Only a minute or two later, Harry, and Viktor descended the steps and joined the other two already waiting.
What came next was a blur.
Literally, the camera flash was so bright it blinded the four champions and the photographer wasn't settled with just a single photo, a couple of different poses were tried and in the end half a dozen were taken before he was finally satisfied, packing up his camera and heading off to get that film developed.
Leaving only the green witch.
"What a charismatic Quartet"
She stated from her position behind the camera man, before slowly walking forward her voice descending into an almost whisper.
"Hello…"
Only to re-emerge a moment later loud and proud.
"I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet, but of course you know that don't you. It's you we don't know.
She began pointing fingers at the four children before her.
"You're the juicy news, what quirks lay beneath those rosy cheeks."
She calmly stated while caressing Fleurs face before giving her a light smack.
"What mysteries do the muscles mask."
She continued while mussing up Harry's hair even further than it already was already.
"Does valor hide behind that pin-straight veil."
Grabbing onto Harry and Cassius pulling them both in for a bit of a dual hug.
"In short what makes a Champion tick, me, myself, and I want to know, not to mention my ravid readers."
She let out a sort of laugh that wasn't really a laugh before turning her head to look at harry.
"So, whose feeling up to sharing?"
Only to be met with silence.
"Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely."
Even before getting a response she yanked Harry near off his feet and dragged him away.
Cassius couldn't help but laugh once he was gone, knowing full well the 'celebrity treatment' he was going through right now.
While they waited Ludo Bagman and Mr. Crouch arrived along with Mr. Olivander and the headmasters.
Before asking each of the present champions to present their wands for inspection.
All part of tournament proceedings to prevent ones failure to participate due to a faulty wand.
Fleur passed with flying colors with her Rosewood and Veela hair core, as did Cassius whom Olivander remarked as one of his most memorable customers to date.
And lastly Viktor whose wand while not of extraordinary parts, Hornbeam and dragonheartstring, but as a wand made by Gregorovitch has Olivander praise it none the less as a very powerful wand indeed.
By the time harry is released from his confinement looking more than a little bit rattled he is then asked to present his own Holly and Phoenix feather wand for inspection, as Viktor volunteered to be interviewed next, citing the desire to not be here any longer.
Unfortunately a cause of Fleurs own boredom, and incessant flirting with Cassius.
Thankfully Krums interview passes quickly and rather than go in alone, Fleur drags Cassius with her, intending to go through the interview as a pair since they are together and all.
As they entered they found the green witch seated atop a makeshift seat her floating quill and notepad hovering near her head.
Her eyebrow cocked a bit as she saw two champions entering at the same time, but seeing them sit down together without problem makes her lick her lips in anticipation of an even juicier story.
But before she can even get started.
Cassius watching her revolting display frowns and indoing so causes a wave of magical power to flood out from within himself.
The sheer pressure created causes the Rita and the quill to both freeze in horror as if they are staring at a monster.
"Rita Skeeter, graduate of Sytherin house, aptly named Queen of the Quills."
Cassius began listing off basic information about the youngish witch before him, before breaking into the really juicy details.
"Sensationalist writer for the daily prophet, and secretly an unregistered Animagus in the form of a beetle."
At this revelation, Rita looked even more terrified than she already was.
"Afterall, how else could you gather such juicy details all the time? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy when you expose the truly corrupt and incompetent, hell im waiting on pins and needles for your expose' of the minister for magic, but when you target good honest folk and twist their deeds into something scandalous…"
His pressure built once more, almost suffocatingly so.
"Do we understand one another Mrs. Skeeter?"
Rita imperceptibly nodded her head.
And Cassius retracted his aura.
What followed was the most normal interview Rita had ever conducted even outright glossing over Fleurs own clear infatuation of the boy next to her.
Once enough questions were asked she quickly excused herself and all but ran away, not bothering to hang around for another warning.
Back in the broom cupboard, Cassius moved to get up and follow the witch out, but Fleur wrapping herself around his arm, prevented this.
"Zat was so… so… so mon amie Cazzius."
She drolled practically whispering the words into his ear, as her freehand began a slow climb up his chest.
"To zee, you dominate zat woman, right in front of me… so sexyfull it was."
Before he could even respond Fleur planted her lips onto his own, and unleashed her own pent up exuberance.
Needless to say more than a simple story could be told to the other girls upon their return, and each who heard of the steamy events quickly marched over and demanded the very same from Cassius, which he was forced to comply with before his true celebration party could get underway, albeit with over a half dozen red-faced, and tea kettle imitating girls/women in attendance.