Chapter 26

Skuld stomped on Draco, listening to his moans and bad words, highlighting the ones that called her a filthy redhead, where he whined about her new shoes, and, above all, where he said that he was going to tell his mother that he was mistreated by her so that she wouldn't send sweets again.

At the last point, Skuld hit him again. Since she entered Hogwarts this year and met Cissy Malfoy (she demanded that she not call her madam) at the Quidditch World Cup, the woman was enchanted by her, among what Draco seemed to tell at home and in letters (apparently good things ) began to get along well with the blonde's mother, and from one day to the next, she sent her a small package with sweets and a letter wishing her a good week, and giving her advice to study better. Maybe Draco would have told her that she was pushed aside by her family and Cissy would have felt sorry for her, or maybe those loving acts really came to her spontaneously. She didn't want to sound mean about the Weasleys, but she could tell that Narcissa Malfoy was more of a mother than Molly Weasley ever was, even Mr. Malfoy, who once wrote to her.

Doing the math, with just that letter from Lucius, there were twice as many as her parents had sent her in her entire life. And that was sad.

A commotion began to be heard from ahead, and Skuld tried to look between so many heads, having a really hard time having a group of Slytherin upperclassmen in front of her, blocking any kind of view with their heights. She stomped her foot on the ground with some frustration, resigning herself to seeing the foreign schools arrive.

" Don't you see? " Blaise's voice behind her scared her, but she hid it quite well, and nodded her head.

"They're because of those tall guys across the street," he pointed out. Likewise, she wanted to see some Nordics and French arrive, not that they were so important.

She heard Blaise laugh, and looked at her nails painted an almost black-green color. Draco insisted that if she was a Slytherin who wanted to paint her nails they had to be green, and threw the red polish into the black lake, mentioning that red was for stupid lions. She had no choice but to paint her nails that green tone.

Now, resigned and looking at her nails, she waited for the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to arrive so they could celebrate the Triwizard Tournament. Dumbledore told them on the first day of school that the Triwizard Tournament would take place after years of not having celebrated it due to his mortality, but someone had a privileged mind and decided to celebrate it again, and the meeting point of such genius was Hogwarts. Skuld was not particularly excited to see three wizards running after each other casting spells or playing strange games, unlike the rest of the school, who were anxious, almost demented, to see such a festivity.

From one moment to the next, Blaise, who had been behind her the entire time, was in front, blocking her view even more, although that changed when he bent his knees and hunched his back slightly. Skuld smiled, knowing that the brunette wanted her to get on his back, and she did not hesitate to do so, latching on well and listening to moans from some first-year Ravenclaw girls, and from Draco, who was worse than a hormonal teenager, and now he was complaining that she could have told him earlier and he would have sent the seniors flying, and that she didn't need to climb on top of Zabini.

"Shut up, Malfoy, I want to see the French," She told him to shut up, resting her hands on Zabini's hair, ruffling it and tugging occasionally.

"I will throw you to the ground if you don't leave my hair," Zabini threatened, although he was frozen when a group of girls came out of the carriage with the enormous horses that had just arrived. They were all murmuring things in rapid French while hugging each other and shivering exaggeratedly. "Wow, what a blonde."

"You'll mean redhead," Skuld joked, pulling the brunette's ear.

After the French entered the castle, drawing the attention of the entire English school, a boat emerged dramatically from the Black Lake. Skuld watched attentively, focusing on the bearded man with somewhat long hair coming out of the ship. She ignored that everyone seemed more attentive to the fact that the great seeker Viktor Krum was among those Nordic boys, because she was attentive to analyzing the one who seemed to be the headmaster of the school. That man gave off the same aura as the man from the World Cup, who had cast the Dark Mark.

Without needing to see his arm, Skuld Weasley knew that the headmaster was a Death Eater.

.....

Skuld moved away from that Bulgarian (the nationality of the intruders had finally been clarified) and clung a little closer to Theo, who was snickering. The redhead had just discovered what harassment was, since that Bulgarian, as soon as he saw her, began to harass her by sitting next to her, talking to her with that strange accent, and giving her somewhat silly compliments.

" What's your name, beautiful?"

He had already asked her that six times, each time more insistently than the last and changing the compliment.

"For you it's Weasley," Draco responded instead, staring at him with a gaze sharp and cold as ice. "Focus on your own."

The boy walked away from her again, starting to speak in Bulgarian with a boy next to him, and she thanked the blonde with a nod, who continued to look at the boy with a bad face, even though he already seemed to have lost his temper interest in her, since his next victim was Astoria Greengrass, who also seemed to hope that Draco would get rid of him like he did for the redhead. Coming out of her most selfish and self-centered side, Skuld looked at her with a slight smile and raised an eyebrow, saying with that simple gesture that she had privileges that she could never even dream of.

Astoria Greengrass seemed to burn with rage.

And she liked that.

.....

Dean, Seamus, and Skuld sat on one of the benches near the Goblet to find out who was putting their name in. Until now, all the foreigners had entered their name, although some French women seemed doubtful, they ended up doing so, seeing how perhaps their passage to death was burned among the bluish flames of the majestic chalice, which was presented by Dumbledore as The Goblet of Fire.

"Who do you think will be the Hogwarts champion?" Dean asked, playing with an empty box of chocolate frogs. Frogs that were devoured by Seamus without even letting her look at it. "I vote for the perfect Diggory."

Skuld frowned at him.

Then, after so long without having those strange moments, it happened.

"What if...?"

"Maybe," Skuld agreed, looking at the card of Dean's frog that Seamus had eaten. Albus Dumbledore appeared in it, and he seemed to be analyzing her, seeing through her.

She broke the card.

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