Lykke wasn’t sure what he was trying to prove when e entered his name into the goblet. He had done it when no one else was around the the ancient cup. He hadn’t told Benny, knowing that his boyfriend would have done nothing but told him he couldn’t. It wasn’t that the Grimm boy he loved so much thought that Lykke was some week thing. Hell he had been told time and time again that with his build and sculpted body he would be perfect for Quidditch or something. Lykke was just not the type of boy that did things like this. Benny was, he was the rough and strong boy. In fact he knew his boyfriend had in fact put his name in too. Benny did have something to prove. Lykke just wanted to be known for more.

Hulda had a big part in his decision. Saying that if he wanted there should be nothing to hold him back besides himself. The ghost knew that more often than not it was always Lykke who held himself back. Arriving at Beauxbatons had him already high strung. He couldn’t use holding Benny’s hand as comfort. In fact there was a good amount of kids stinging between them and even more when they were sat at separate ends of a table in their separate houses. Luckily he had Addie.

She was a little skeptical of his actions, sure they were at a new school with lots of new people but normally Lykke did good with exploring new places. He just told her that it was because of all the people. He didn’t want to explain Hulda all over again to people. She seemed to be okay enough with that explanation. Lykke felt bad keeping the secret. Really he figured that there was no way he would be picked. There would be no need to go through the scolding from his friend for putting his name in some dumb old cup.

They were sitting there and his leg was tapping with nerves, the great hall was full of voices that were suddenly hushed as Headmaster Youngblood stepped forward to welcome them all and bring out the goblet so they could announce the champions. “For Durmstrang,” he could feel himself holding his breath and for once he wanted Hulda to be just babbling to him over his shoulder instead he was floating above the table watching everything going on, just as silent as all the students in the room. “Lykke Takala” His own name rang in his ears.

It took a while while his peers turned and looked at him before they erupted in a cheer. It was all weird, and felt fake as people who had shoved him into old armour suits were now clapping and tugging him up so he could move to the front of the room and stand with the other champions.

He looked back at Addie with eyes that screamed help. He had done this to himself though. He wanted to do this and now here he was, his feet walking on their own. Passing Benny he saw his boyfriend look at him with every single emotion and all Lykke could do was stare back until he couldn’t crane his neck anymore. Before he knew it there was standing in front of all the students from four schools, next to the Salem boy who looked like he was going to be sick.