It was surprising, but after the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament officially began at nine in the morning, the teachers and students who had gathered in the Great Hall spent almost all their time there. The only exceptions were those who had classes and had no choice but to attend them. Everyone else stayed to watch their four Champions explore the mysterious "real illusion" of Lordaeron—and the live-action blockbuster, The Twilight of Lordaeron!
Without a doubt, that miraculous live broadcast was an extraordinary and novel experience, whether for the Hogwarts students and teachers or for their guests from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Durmstrang Institute. So, on the evening of February 24, the first day of the Second Task, after dinner in the Great Hall, no one was willing to leave their seat—not unless they had to hurry off to the bathroom.
They sat unusually quietly in their seats, gazing up at the four magical "movies" above the Great Hall. Each showed events from the third-person perspective of a different Champion, and the onlookers watched with all sorts of expressions and varying degrees of attention.
"..."
"Hey, George..."
"??"
"What is it, Fred?"
"Well, I've been watching all day, and I just noticed something really interesting..."
"Interesting? What?"
"..."
"Look, that pretty Champion, Fleur Delacour—she looks like she's about to take care of some personal business, doesn't she?"
"!!"
"Fred, you're not thinking..."
"Of course I am! You know this is a live broadcast, twenty-four hours a day. I've seen them eating and taking care of personal business, and... So I'm thinking, besides going to the bathroom, the Champions will probably need to change their clothes or take a bath when the time is right, won't they?"
"And then..."
Heh heh...
Fred didn't say what he thought would happen