Love can bite?

Reima, Ciri and Fleur + Rabbit slowly make their way down to the Great Hall after a quick shower. They notice a few people starting at them for some reason but don't take any notice as two of them are champions and it's normal. However once they enter the Great Hall they can immediately tell something is up, this is by the strange way the entire hall turns and looks in their direction...

The trio sit at a spare spot on the Gryffindor table and are about to dig into their breakfast when a large shadow appears behind Fleur.

"Miss Delacour! Are you well? Are you 'urt?" the familiar voice of Madam Maxime quickly says in a slight panic.

Fleur turns to face her "Oui Madam, iz there somezing wrong?" she asks in confusion.

Madam Maxime blanches at her, "Iz zer something wrong!? You did not return to ze carriage last night, I 'ad Dumblydore search for you but 'e could not find you!"

Fleur "Désolée Madam! I had no idea, I was... I spent ze night in Hogwarts."

Harry leans over and comments, "Really? It looks like you and Ciri got into a fight or something."

Angelina gives him a weird look, "What makes you say that?"

Harry points at the small purple and red bruises that litter up Fleur and Ciri's necks. "Looks like they got punched by House Elves or something..."

Angelina looks at him in disbelief, "You-You think? Hahahaha! Oh Merlin this is hilarious!"

Harry frowns, "Did I say something funny?"

Damien shakes his head and leans close to Harry to explain what love bites are, he visibly reddens as he quickly glances at those involved.

Fleur pulls out a mirror and examines her neck and turns beat red at the many love bites covering her skin. She glares at Reima thinking that he did this on purpose but he just shrugs.

Reima "Don't look at me, most of those were probably by her." he points at Ciri.

Fleur "And ze marks on 'er?" she asks with a brow raised.

Reima "Er, I'm not really sure... The ones on her breas-"

Ciri "Can we not talk about this?" she says, making the two realise that they have the attention of the entire Gryffindor table and most of the other tables.

Madam Maxime herself who had heard the entire conversation blushes deeply but tries to cover her face with her hand, "Well Miss Delacour, if you feel the need to... Stay within Hogwarts please notify me or any of ze other staff available." she says quickly before marching back up to the staff table.

Fleur leans into Reima "Why did you not tell me of zees? I would have worn a scarf..."

Reima shrugs, "I didn't notice to be honest, we did have a long discussion just before that... Also, why not ask Ciri the same thing..."

She looks at Ciri who has a devious look on her face, "Just wanted the creeps to know you're not on the market." she says, glancing at the few men who're giving Reima furious looks.

Angelina leans forwards, "So, you fucked?" she asks in the same manner she did Harry and Hermione.

Reima "None of your business." he states.

Angelina "Aw, come on. This is juicy information, I could probably buy a new broom by selling it."

Ciri "You wouldn't..."

Hermione "You guys should probably get ready, Rita has probably already written a hit piece on you." she says.

Reima smirks but manages to hide it, "Nevermind about that... How was the Ball for you and Harry?" he asks her.

Hermione smiles, "It was amazing, I've never been to anything even vaguely resembling a party like that before."

Harry "My feet still hurt" he mutters.

Hermione "Oh don't be a baby Harry, I was wearing heels and you barely kept up with me." she says.

Harry "Doing the first dance was nerve wracking though, you must admit."

She nods, "I was nervous at first but when I saw all the attention was on Ciri and Fleur it was fine."

Fleur sighs, "Ciri wore me out during zat dance..."

The continue to converse over breakfast until the sound of wings signals the owls arrival, everyone eagerly grabs their own copy to see what the Daily Prophets interpretation of yesterdays ball was.

Reima steals someone else's copy as it's dropping and grins as he opens it up. He reads aloud neutrally. "Daily Prophet reporter missing!" it says in bold letters on the front page.

Harry "I hope it's Skeeter." he mutters but Hermione slaps him on the arm, "Don't say that! Even if she is evil no one deserves something like that." she quickly says.

Reima doesn't say anything and continues reading.

"Rita Skeeter who has been the Daily Prophets most dedicated reporters for four years straight did not return yesterday at the schedueled time. As a reporter it isn't uncommon for people to try and stifle the truth which is why Rita went undercover while attending the Yule Ball, however it appears as though these measures weren't enough as she's gone missing. This puts into doubt the security of Hogwarts and the officials handling the Tri-wizard tournament. We at the Daily Prophet will say this : Whoever has harmed Miss Skeeter will be reported and dealt with by the full force of the law, let it be known that we will find you and bring your crimes to justice!"

Reima "Seems like something's got their hackles up, personally I don't really care about Rita so her going missing isn't a problem." he says.

Ciri nods "I feel like kissing whoever did it, that bitch has been harassing us since we got here."

Harry "Who do you think did it?" he leans in and asks quietly.

Reima shrugs, "Maybe Snape? Or Karkaroff? They both seem to have secrets they'd rather not be known." he says uncaringly with the others nodding at who he suspects. He continues to read through the paper before tossing it aside, "Apparently Rita was the only reporter they send to the Yule Ball as there is no mention to it aside from her disappearance, what a shoddy paper."