what a charismatic quartet. hello!
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, you're the news. what quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks? what mysteries do the muscles mask? does courage lie beneath those curls? in short, what makes a champion tick. me, myself and i want to know. not to mention my rabid readers. so, who's feeling up to sharing? mmm? shall we start with the youngest. lovely.
this is cosy.
you should feel right at home then. don't mind if i use the quill do you?
so harry, here you sit, a mere boy of twelve.
about to compete against three students. not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. concerned?
course you're not just any ordinary boy of twelve are you.
the story's legend. do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament.
course you didn't. everyone loves a rebel harry. scratch that last. speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? proud? or concerned that your attitude shows at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic deathwish.
harry potter aged 12, suspect entrant in the tri-wizard tournament. his eyes swimming with the ghosts of his.
young love! ohh how.  stirring. if everything goes unfortunately today you might make the front page.
no matter. we've got what we wanted.