Elder Blood Witcher 355 Rita Skeeta, Pa Pa, Ka-Ka-Ka, Skidiki-Pap-Pap

Ciri audible swallows her saliva as she looks up and down the huge form of her animal. It has four huge feathered wings on it's incredibly long body with an amazing array of colours. It's body looks to be around 36 meters long from head to tail with no visible legs or arms that she can see. It's head looks as if it's carved from stone with many small runes, symbols and inscription inlaid in it, along with bright turquoise eyes that feel as if they peer into her own soul.

It flies around, spinning and moving in ways she didn't think possible for such a ma.s.sive creature. It approaches her and curls up in a way reminiscent of a snake as it's head moves closer.

It begins to speak in a gentle feminine voice that seems to carry on the air itself, "We are one, child."

Ciri's eyes shoot open as she falls backward out of her meditative trance, causing Reima to look at her.

Reima "Good news?"

Ciri "Yes! I've found it, my animal!" she exclaims excited.

Reima "Describe it." he asks.

She then goes on to explain how it looks like a giant feathered serpent except that it's head looks like a carving of a dragons.

Reima begins to think through the various options that it could be, the description of it's appearance reminds his on the asian dragons but they're never said to be made from stone... Ah, "A Quetzalcoatl?" he asks.

Ciri feels as if he's. .h.i.t the nail on the head as the name seems to resonate with her very being. "I think that's it." she says.

Reima "Hm, a Quetzalcoatl?... He begins to think about what abilities it may have but comes up short, in the wizarding world there has never been a proven sighting of one of these creatures, in-fact they may be the most illusive creatures to have ever existed, apart from maybe Wrackspurts and Nargles... Come to think of it, he hadn't spoken to Luna in quite a while, he'd need to see how she's doing soon.

Ciri "So, what now?"

Reima "Now? You continue to meditate, I'll see about getting Mcgonagall to observe us as we try and change. Just try and get familiar with your animal in preparation for when we eventually try to shapes.h.i.+ft." he says, not really knowing how he'd get the stern professor on board. For himself it was easy as he had a valid reason but for Ciri? She was still technically in fourth year so she might just outright refuse... Though the fact that she's entered this tournament might be a way of gaining some leverage.

The duo continue to meditate through the night until a certain rabbit opens it's mouth wide and gives a cute yawn, Ciri feels this and opens her eyes, only to be blinded by the sunrise. Reima end sup teleporting them back into the castle to do whatever they need to do before beginning their morning run and attending to their lessons.

After their run they go to the great hall for breakfast and Ciri immediately notices how much attention she'd gathered onto herself. She hugs Snuffles more tightly against her chest as she lays her staff against the table before sitting. She immediately starts getting asked various questions from her house and also her dorm mates, they congratulate her but Reima can tell they're all slightly jealous that she was chosen instead of themselves. He glances around the room to look for the fourth champion but doesn't see him, must've gone to the kitchens instead he muses to himself. Thinking that he and Ciri would be meeting them there in the afternoon.

As she's trying to give brief answers and explain how she was allowed to enter despite still technically being in fourth year the flapping of wings signals the arrival of today's mail. An army of owls drop piles of small packages that land on food and drinks alike, much to the amus.e.m.e.nt of Dumbledore and some of the students.

Ciri glances at Alicia who opens the daily prophet and gawks at it. "What's wrong?" she asks, only for the chubby girl to pa.s.s her the paper.

In bold letters the t.i.tle is seen "BOY-WHO-LIED CHEATED TO ENTER TOURNAMENT"

Her brows raise as the inflammatory t.i.tle as she begins to read the article "Harry Potter also known as The Boy-Who-Lived has always been a person of particular interest to the British magical community this of course because of his heroic slaying of You-Know-Who, but it seems Mr Potter isn't content with his fame in local sh.o.r.es, instead looking to spread his wings and name to foreigners but cheating to enter the international Tri-Wizard Tournament that's being held in our very own Hogwarts. Mr Potter seems to show no regard for our Hogwarts Champion Ciri Rivia, yes the very person who slew Black not a few months ago. His disdain for her has been noted by various people in the school itself every since she transferred in to finish her magical education, I've personally had the pleasure to interview a few students on this matter and the results will shock you!" The article then goes on to list various interviews with people like Draco Malfoy, Ca.s.sius Warrington and... Ron Weasley? Indeed it seems as soon as Harry ditched the ginger t.w.a.t he began reporting directly to Rita Skeeter, the person responsible for this trash.

Reima thinks to himself that she should be visiting soon for the wand weighing ceremony, no one would be upset if he happened to step on a water beetle would they, He thinks to himself grimly.