Who's Gonna Run This Town Tonight? (OPEN)

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With bated breath and Omnioculars at the ready, Chantal found an available place in the stands. The First Task had arrived, and her pride in Beauxbatons was at a high. Émile would have no difficulty finding his way through a maze. According to Hogwarts' headmaster, Professor Longbottom (whose voice had been amplified so that it would be audible over the crowd), each Champion had been permitted the use of a potion, too.

Hopefully, Chantal thought, holding her Omnioculars up so that she could get a better view of the three Champions at the start of the maze, Émile had chosen something that would be useful to him. Felix Felicis would have been the natural choice for any of them, Chantal assumed, though there was a good chance that the organizers had forbidden it. She couldn't say that she recognized any of the members of the judging panel by name, either, though she was fairly certain that at least two of them were members of the Hogwarts staff.

Chantal wasn't at all bitter towards the other schools' Champions, though she couldn't help but feel as though the task had been rigged in favor of the Weasley girl. She tutted a little to herself, although she wasn't going to write Émile off yet.

At the sound of the cannon, she jumped, nearly dropping the pair of Omnioculars onto her lap. The three disappeared into the maze, and Chantal muttered a few choice words under her breath, losing track of where they had gone. She kept the Omnioculars at her side, standing up and beginning to clap. “Allez! Allez! Allez! Beauxbâtons!” she yelled, cheering Émile on as loudly as she could.

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@chantal

the stands around the maze were loud. he supposed that was a good thing, people were supporting their schools and the students down in there battling for the bragging rights to the first challenge. he was glad anna had been accepted. he had been working with her for the phoenix rising group for a while now and they had been in the same house and classes for seven years, so he was lucky enough to be able to call her a friend. he watched them go into the maze, each disappearing into the green and he ran his hand through his hair as he kept his eyes on the obstacle till someone stood up and blocked his view. “Allez! Allez! Allez! Beauxbâtons! chantal. he'd only ever met her once before but it had been a pretty memorable meeting, for some bad reasons. he rubbed his hand over his neck and stood up, moving down into the empty space beside her. he hadn't seen her or cecelia since getting back from his week spent at home. those few days had done him the world of good and he was feeling more human than he had since his parents died. "how do you think emile is going to go?" he asked, sticking his hands into his pockets and looked at the girl next to him. if she didn't want to talk to him he'd go back to his seat but he at least wanted to try.

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Oscar was not happy with this seating arrangement. He had ended up in a crowd of Beauxbatons students, all of whom had seemed to swallow their rejection by the Goblet in favor of cheering on Emile. He hated that, and he hated them, not because he hated Emile, necessarily (thought that was a part of it) but because now it would be strange for him to cheer on Anna. Chantal, in particular, seemed to be enthusiastic about her support for their classmate, and since Oscar was sitting right next to her, he wasn't sure if he should bother with the effort of competing with her cheers. Instead he sat, stoic, as he waited for something, anything, to tip him off to Anna's location. He was interrupted, though, when someone on Chantal's other side asked her a question about Emile. Ozzy made a soft scoffing noise. "If he does even half as well as he thinks he can, he will be first place." Oscar muttered, more to himself than either the boy - who was from Hogwarts, if Oscar wasn't mistaken - or Chantal.

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@ranger

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Cuthbert tapped his phantasmal fingers against his knee and let out an audible sigh. Or at least what was once his knee. It took a great deal concentration not to have his fingers go through his femur. It had all been a rather confusing day. He had meandered around the grounds before hearing all sorts of hullabaloo towards the stadium. Now normally, Cuthbert would ignore this sort of excitement. It really wasn't his cup of tea. Last time he had gone to a quidditch game, someone had swallowed the snitch. It was positively ghastly to witness. Though it felt as if that had been some years ago. Perhaps now it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe they had finally fed that poor chap. 

He had every intention of sneaking down to the pitch just to watch for a fellow moments when suddenly he was in a stampede of students. He was bounced around this way and that, all the while students were complaining how frigid he was. Cuthbert tried to explain his problems with poor blood circulation, but he found himself having to shout over the crowd. It was all really quite bothersome. A few moments ago, he had tried to get up and leave, but then nearly sat on the gent beside him. No, he supposed he'd have to just let it happen to him now. Cuthbert looked around trying to find the scoreboard, but it was of no avail. This really was a horrid match. The field had become completely over grown. Turning to Ranger, he attempted to tap on his shoulder, "Yes, you. Who's playing today?"

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Over the roaring of everyone’s cheers, Chantal heard someone address her from beside her in the stands, asking her how she thought Émile was going to do in the task that they were watching. Casually, she turned her head to look at the young man who had spoken to her, and she immediately wished that she hadn’t heard him. It was Ranger Lloyd again, the one Hogwarts student with whom her relationship was tense beyond just the Triwizard Tournament rivalry. She hadn’t seen him beside her when she had filed in with a group of her fellow students from Beauxbatons, nor had she seen him around the school for some time.

There wasn’t much that he could do to cause a scene with as many people as there were packed into rows, though Chantal hoped that Ranger might go back to wherever he had been sitting. Just then, Oscar Gauthier, one of her own classmates, interrupted them with an additional comment. “If he does even half as well as he thinks he can, he will be first place.”

“Émile will win,” Chantal shrugged, even though she hadn’t looked through her Omnioculars again to see anything to confirm her biased prediction. He was arrogant, perhaps, but he was from Beauxbatons. Getting the first victory of the whole tournament would be a fantastic start for them.

Noticing one of Hogwarts’ resident ghosts tap his fingers almost through Ranger’s shoulder was enough to make Chantal shriek for a different reason than the maze before them, although she instead looked at the two with wide eyes. “Yes, you,” said the ghost, who was apparently confused by what was going on. “Who's playing today?”

“Monsieur,” Chantal hesitated, astounded that anyone could be so oblivious. “This is the Triwizard Tournament.”

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