Odin In The Wizarding World

Later that evening after 'investigating' aka checking his own added enchantments on the Goblet of Fire, Edward has to report to Dumbledore's office. Also present as he reports his findings to the headmaster are two Hogwarts Professors and Mad-Eye Moody.

Thanks to somebody else's stupidity, Edward does not have to lie about his findings since that idiot also made some crude modifiacations of the goblets enchantments.

So concluding his report, Edward tells Dumbledore, who looks like he already knew all that already. ''... Somebody definitively messed with the goblets sorting enchantment... My opinion is, that no student is capable of doing this, but that person is also not very proficient with enchantments.''

''Thank you, Mr Granger.'' States Dumbledore, while leaning over a pensieve that is lined with mirror and half hidden in a corner of the office.

Looking from Edward to the headmaster an elderly woman, one of the two professors of Hogwarts breaks the induing silence. ''This can't go on Albus. First the dark mark, now this?''

Long since forgotten Edwards presence, Dumbledore asks her. ''What do you suggest Minerva?''

Looking concerned for her student, McGonagall instantly says. ''Put an end to it. Don't let Potter compete.''

Shaking his head, the headmaster tells her. ''You heard Barty the rules are clear.''

''Well the devil with Barty and his rules. And since when did you accomodate them...'' Argues the woman, but another pale and black haired professort already interrupts her by commenting. ''Master I, too find it difficult to believe these events to be mere coincidence, if we are to truly discover the meaning of them... Perhaps we should for the time being let them unfold.''

Nodding emphatically until the last sentance the McGonagall complains. ''Do nothing?? Offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy not a piece of meat!

''I agree with Severus. Alastor could you...'' Dumbledore says, before seemingly only now noticing Edward still being present and suddenly thinking about something. After a moment of thought, the headmaster asks Edward. ''... Alastor could you and Mr Granger here, please

keep an eye on Harry and protect him if need be?''

Annoyed for being asked to become a babysitter, but seeing the ex-auror already agreeing, Edward finds himself unable to reject that task, so he says. ''I can do that, but you will owe me a favour down the line...''

Not even wanting to know what kind of favour Edward might be asking of him in the future, Dumbledore already agrees with it. As they shake hands, he tells him.''Agreed, but don't let him know though, he must be

anxious enough as it is... knowing what lies ahead... Then again, we all are.''

Following the meeting with Dumbledore, Edward meets up with the Proudmore twins, to not only apologise to Irena, but also to awaken her spirit, just in case some unforeseeable event happens during the tournament.

''So, Sib told me you wanted to apologise to me for being an asshole...'' States Irena, looking stunning in her red sports attire, before adding. ''... I am listening?!''

With no patience for her childish games, Edward says in an attempt to make his apology quick. ''I am sorry for what I said and did. Can you forgive me.''

''Apology accepted, but don't think that I am as spineless and easy as her...'' Says Irena, while pointing at Sibilla, despite seeing the sincerely in his eyes and a wounded puppy look on her sisters face. ''... This is me being serious! I am a pridefull valkyrie be it my last or my present life. You might have won my sister back, but to get me, you will have to beat me fair and square.''

''Agreed...'' Agrees Edward instantly, already thinking about tasting the twins goods. Shaking his head to get rid of improper thoughts, he asks looking deep into Irena's eyes. ''... So are we doing this now or what?''

Noticing a quick flicker of d.e.s.i.r.e and l.u.s.t for only a moment in the valkyrie's eyes, he knows that she was having now the same thoughts as he did just a moment ago.

L.i.c.k.i.n.g her lips to give him a tease, Irena asks innocently. ''I am ready for everything...'' Pulling him closer, she whispers into his ear, before lightly biting it. ''... And I mean everything...''

Leaning in to kiss her, just as he does Sibilla, he suddenly feels a strong but slender hand squeeze his balls. Having pain shoot through his body and falling to one knee, Edward hears Irena say. ''... But first awaken this spirit thingy inside of me. Sib's is already very awesome, despite clearly not being made for battle. I can't imagine how powerfull mine might be...'' Gesturing between herself and her sister, she continues. ''... And if you win this tournament, than you can have both of us. Comprendre?''

Still feeling his balls squeezed while getting an inappropriate erection, Edward says. ''Understood.''

Feeling his balls and himself breath again, the pain slowly subsides, Edward is helped back on his feet by Sibilla, who remained a silent spectator up until now. Back on his feet, he thanks her, while silently thinking that he has to get layed before the end of the tournament or he might be developing blue balls until then.

Seeing her sister help Edward, Irena asks sarcastically. ''So can we get this spirit awakening thing finally over with?''

Later that night, Edward returns to the cabin he is still sharing with Krum. Knowing that his day of apologising hasn't ended jet, he enters it, only to find Victor nursing a half empty bottle of cheap scotish whiskey.

Finding Edward standing in the doorframe, the seeker asks him, while holding up the whiskey. ''Bad day? Want some?''

Taken a back at first, by his best friends currently easy-going nature, despite what happend previously, Edward remembers, that the Bulgarian is a lightweight when it comes to strong liquor.

Taking the bottle from Krum, he wandlessly conjures a cristal clear glass answering. ''The worst in a long time.''

''Mine wasn't any better... Fleur, she... Who knew that becoming a champion sucks more than loosing the championship?!'' Asks Victor, obviously drunk.

''You and Fleur Delacour, hm... when dis that happened?'' Asks Edward, while giving his friend a thumbs up.

''If you weren't so much occupied with Miss Proudmore, you would have noticed...''Tells him Krum, before starting to look sad. ''... Well, now I don't think it matters much any more.''

Seeing his his friend and aometimes rival ao down, Edwards tells him after emptying his glass. ''Agreed. I don't know if it makes you feel any better, but I have become a babysitter and had my balls nearly crushed just moments ago.''

Refilling Eswards glass, Victor asks. ''Shit man, how did that happen?''

''Shit, I don't know brother...'' Answers Edward, while acting slightly drunk, before telling his friend about the events following the 'irregularly', or what ever the ministry is calling the Goblet of Fire chosing six champions.

Ending his retelling with an edited version of making piece with Irena, Edward finds Krum already fallen asleep, snorting.

-Yea, well shit. I have come a f.u.c.k.i.n.g long way only to end up babysitting a fourteen year old. From god to babysitter, what a joke... At least now I have a promise from the second most powerful wizard alive. When this is all over, I will have him help me get that Elder Wand. This way I get at least the most out of this job...- Thinks Edward emptying a his class of whisky, before pushing Krum onto his bed.

As Victor falls back, he somewhat awakens. ''Well shit man!...'' Seeing Edward stil dressed in his somewhat excentric outfit, murmers into his pillow. ''... Despite being somewhat out of luck, you are still provoking Karkaroff by not wearing the Durmstrang uniform... You know old Igi would have kicled you out of school, if not for this dammed tournament...''

Nodding, Edward says, as he loosens his tie. ''... I am well aware of that...'' Hearing Krum once again snort, he says to himself, his thoughts drifting. ''... Well aware...''