I think I'll also take ......Luna!

Um guys I know you probably already noticed this but since we are doing 5th year we will have to have our charries sit the O.W.L. exams .Unless the champions don't have to.

Sorry I'm just putting it out there . 

Oh..... Um...... In the event that we actually GET that far into the RP, we can come back to that, but I was kinda planning on leaving them out.... Ok that's a lie. I hadn't thought about it. I still think we should either leave them out, or just have the champions be exempt. 

I know I posted not that long ago, but I got a fun idea!

|~| Henri

I sat there for a few seconds, as shocked as everybody else. Then, slowly, people began to stir, and the noise level escalated instantly. I got up and started heading towards the door, but someone grabbed my arm.

"Henri!" Ernie hissed at me. "The first-years!"

Oh. Right. Perfect. I forgot.

"Alright!" I shouted. "Hufflepuff first-years over here! If you want to get to your dorm tonight, follow me!" I turned on my heel and left the Hall, with my other prefect and all the Hufflepuff first-years in tow. We shuffled through the corridors, trying not to get trampled. Turned out that we left just in time since I could hear Ron Weasley yelling at his posse of 11-year-olds to keep up behind us, calling them midgets, or something of the sort.  

Down staircases, through corridors, finally we reached the right one.

"Listen up!" I called. "This is the kitchen corridor. Through there," I pointed to the fruit bowl painted on the wall, "is the kitchen. Just don't tickle that pear, or else the door'll open."

"Henri!" Ernie hissed again.

"What?" I said with a wink and a sarcastic smile at the firsties. "I told them not to, didn't I?" 

They all nodded and murmured in agreement. 

"See? Anyway, come on over here. This is how you get into the common room." I pulled out my wand, and tapped the barrel second from the bottom in our special rhythm. The door creaked open, and the firsties gasped. "That's how you get in. Come on, don't be shy!"

Ten minutes later, I collapsed into a chair. "Ugh. No more first years. Ever." 

Cedric grinned at me from his own seat. "Rough group?"

"Couldn't find the right dorms."

"Ah. Those are the worst."

Finally, some me peace. Not that I liked quiet peace, but it was kinda nice just to be able to chill. Then, an idea flashed through my mind.

"Cedric, what do you think about the new Tournament?"

He sat up straighter, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I don't really know. I mean, I would love to try it again, but after last year..."

"You don't know whether to enter or not. Fortunately, I have no such doubts." I sprang up from my seat and rushed up to my dorm. I snatched my already packed bag from my bed, and shot back down the stairs.  Cedric had gotten up as well, and now stared at me as I bolted towards the door. 

"What are you doing?"

"Entering."

"Now? Students aren't allowed-"

"I know. I'll be fine."

"But how-"

"There are benefits to knowing the Weasley twins you know. They know the passages as well as Filch, if not better."

Grinning at the rather silly look on his face, I slipped out the door.  

Sorry, I got a bit carried away.... 

~Luna

I hurried along the corridor trying to keep up with Padma."Isn't this exciting?!" I said. "Maybe I should wear my eagle hat when I cheer everyone on."

"Right," she said walking faster. "Looney, " she added under her breath. I stopped and watched her turn the corner.

"Luna! Luna!" I heard a voice say. I turned around and saw Ginny running up to me with Julianne not far behind. "We've been looking for you," Ginny said.

"Are you entering?" Julianne asked me. I shook my head.

"Why not?" Ginny asked me. "I'm sure you would be good at it."

"Well I might," I said, more to get them to be quiet than anything.

Is this because of how they call you Looney?" Ginny asked me.

"No," I lied.

"Because if it is you're crazy; it's never bothered you before," Julianne said.

"Well we need to go to our dorms before one of the teachers catches us out of bed," Ginny said, and they turned to go.

"Wait!" I said. "I think I will enter." And this time I meant it. 

Coco, Cho, Mei, Abigail, POST PLEASE!!!!! Lemon Banana is still gone, but the rest of us can keep it going!

I ship Henri+Cedric way more than Henri+Ron... 

And I'm writing it like the fourth book happened exactly as JK Rowling wrote it, but that Cedric survived. 

Cedric~

"Henri, that's not a good ide—" I begin as the door shuts behind her, then realize she's not able to hear me. Besides, when has Henri cared what's a good idea as long as it's fun? I sigh, and crack open the door. I step out. "Henri?"

Her head pokes out from behind a statue of a witch with mumps. "Wanna come?" 

I jump at her surprising reveal. The words "No, we'd get in so much trouble," fly to my brain but get caught in my throat. Instead what pops out is, "Er, um, I don't know,"

"Lighten up, Ced!" she says, grinning. "It'll be fun! And you DO want to do the tournament, right?"

Tournament. The word triggers something inside me, and suddenly, I'm seeing it all again. The gleaming red eyes, the mist, a flash of a wand, the world disappearing and then back again, flashing in a horrible dance, it's all going to end...

"Ohmygosh, Ced...!" And then I'm back in the corridor, shaking, hanging onto one of the barrels as if my life depends upon it, causing it to mutter angrily and scoot away. 

Henri steps toward me, looking a little apprehensive. "...Are...are...you okay?: 

I'm not okay, and I know it. I'll never be able to unsee these things that haunt my dreams and my waking, make me see that nothing is permanent and everything will collapse. She thinks she knows what happened in that graveyard, but she doesn't. Not all of it. Only what Dumbledore wants to publicize, and that's basically nothing.

So I lie. "Y-y-y-yeah. I'm fine. I just— Nevermind."

"Maybe you shouldn't come," Henri says nervously, as if I'm about to break down again.

I straighten my shoulders. "No," I say. "Let's go." And I take off down the corridor, hoping to outrun the memories.

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I'll post from Julianne's perspective in a minute. 

I know.... Ugh, I don't know which one to do!!! I think I'll stick with Henri and Ron together for now. Heron? Ronri? AAAHHHHHHHHH!!! Maybe Ronri, Heron sounds like a bird....

Julianne~

"Sometimes I wonder how much she knows about what people think of her," Ginny says once we are back in the common room. I know she's talking about Luna.

My twin continues, loosening her red-and-gold striped tie. "I mean, she's just so free... herself... It seems like she doesn't care or even know what people say. But then, maybe she's just holding it all in her."

"It's hard to be different," I say, nodding. "You know, I—"

"Hey!" Our older brother, Ron, is leaning against my chair. "Entering the tournament?"

"You bet!" I jump up. "It'll be awesome!"

Harry comes over. "How 'bout you, Ginny?"

She seems to consider it. "Maybe. I don't know. I might rather be a spectator. You?" Harry pushes his glasses up his nose.

"Dunno, I've had enough tournament excitement last year to last a lifetime." He shivers involuntarily. 

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GTG. I'll continue later.