Monday, 16 March 2009

• The Dream

  I was selected to compete in the Triwizard tournament. I told Dumbledoor there must be some mistake. You see, I am not magical, not at all. However, once you are selected, you must compete, nothing can be done. Luckily,  Dumbledoor had a plan. He always does.

   He decided that Edward Cullen was to take me shopping and that we were to purchase numerous frilly white dresses (for me of course, not Edward). The purpose of this was to gain the "sympathy vote" from the audience (a new feature of the Tournament, the audience has some say in who lives and who dies). Dumbledoor was convinced that if I maintained the  "innocent yet brave muggle"  image I'd do pretty well, I might even survive! So I went shopping with Edward, and it took so long that I was late for the opening ceremony. (of course, Edward, with his lightning speed, was not)

  The first challenge involved no magic (lucky for me). It was solely courage related. All we had to do was hold out our  left arm over a pit with a werewolf in it, and move it before the werewolf bit it off. The trick was to keep the arm there until after the Werewolf lunged for it.  If you moved it too soon, you were given low marks. If you moved too late....Well, that was worse.

  Of course, I was first, and of course, I moved my arm too soon.

  Oh well. I wasn't really trying to win...just live.

  Edward went next. Surprisingly (and rather uncharacteristically, I might add) he left his arm in too long and the werewolf bit it.....HARD. Edward and I had gotten to be friends, so I decided to take him to a hippy store on Market St. (downtown Chattanooga) to see if they had any natural remedies that might prevent lycanthropy. Turns out that Edward's uncle, a werewolf himself (sorry Stephanie Meyer) had such a remedy. However, when Edward consumed the liquid he transformed into Gilbert Blyth (Anne of Green Gables). Edward was horribly distraught about this, mostly because he was afraid they wouldn't let him finish the Triwizard tournament if he was Gilbert Blyth. So then we had to look for a cure for that, of course. After wandering through a few shops, we found one where the owners said they could help. They took us to a musical room with a huge pumpkin-shaped drum in it that sounded like a guitar when one played it....

  Then I woke up.

  I agree with whoever first said that literary characters live on in your imagination forever. Dang. Hopefully I'll be able to finish the competition one of these nights.

  Books:

  Twilight

  Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

  The Hunger Games

  Anne of Green Gables

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