Jungkook~
The entire Ravenclaw house is buzzing like an overcharged wand. Everyone's talking, whispering, debating—basically doing everything except calming down. I'm leaning against one of the columns near the fireplace in the common room, watching the chaos unfold like a live drama. Ever since Dumbledore dropped that bombshell at dinner about the Tri-House Tournament, the castle has been spinning on its axis.
Three representatives from each houses. Three from Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Twelve contestants in total.
"Okay! Everyone, listen up!" Our head prefect claps her hands, standing on top of one of the old wooden tables like she owns the place. "We need to choose our three representatives tonight so we can submit the names by morning."
Of course, cue the dramatic gasps and nervous eye-contact Olympics.
She continues, "This isn't about being the smartest or the best duelist or the fastest flier—although that would help," she glances at me, "this is about strategy, wit, and balance. We want a strong team. So nominate someone or yourself and tell us why you deserve it."
Everyone starts mumbling. Some nominate their besties, others shyly put their own name forward. I sit back, arms folded. I wasn't planning to join. I already have Quidditch, classes, and keeping Y/N from combusting emotionally over mysterious situations I still haven't cracked.
But then Y/N looks at me from beside me. She's sitting with me, nervously twiddling her fingers. And when our eyes meet, she gives me that tiny, supportive smile.
Damn it.
"Jungkook!" someone yells, and suddenly a dozen heads turn toward me. "You should join!"
"Yeah, you've got good reflexes and you're not stupid," another guy adds. Wow, thanks?
I sigh and push off the wall. "Alright, fine. I'll do it." Because if I don't, I'll never hear the end of it.
There are about seven of us now. All nominees standing awkwardly in front of the fireplace while the rest of the house votes.
The final vote feels like a Quidditch final. The head of Ravenclaw students is counting the tallies. Y/N's basically sitting on the edge of her chair like this is life or death.
"And the three Ravenclaw representatives are..." She announces like she's on a TV show. "Wendy McFrey, Jeon Jungkook, and Theo Lin!"
Applause bursts out around the room. I glance at Y/N, who's clapping and mouthing, "You better win."
No pressure.
I walk over to her as the noise dies down, a smug grin playing on my lips. "Told you I'd do it."
She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Don't die."
I laugh. "Aren't you gonna give me a good luck hug or something?"
"Fine." She stands up and wraps her arms around me quick. "Don't let the Gryffindors kill you."
"Oh, you mean the hot-headed dramatic ones?"
"Exactly."
As I pull back, I catch movement from the corner of my eye. Jimin. Leaning against the archway, watching us. Again. He looks like he knows something I don't.
Y/N notices too. Her smile fades just a second before she turns away and pretends nothing happened.
Suspicious? Always.
But I've got a tournament to prepare for now—and something tells me this isn't going to be your average magical school contest.
It's going to be war.