Moody seemed totally indifferent to his less-than-warm welcome. Ignoring the jug of pumpkin juice in front of him, he reached again into his travelling cloak, pulled out a hip-flask, and took a long draught from it. As he lifted his arm to drink, his cloak was pulled a few inches from the ground, and Alani saw, below the table, several inches of carved wooden leg, ending in a clawed foot. Dumbledore cleared his throat. "As I was saying..." he said, smiling at the sea of Students before him, all of whom were still gazing transfixed at Mad-Eye Moody, "We are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year." Dumbledore declared. "You're JOKING!" Fred Weasley yelled loudly from down the table, the tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively. Alani looked up from her book, her eyes traveled down the table, she saw a boy with red hair and a vacant thrilled expression, she knew he was a notorious play boy, she rolled her eyes and went back to reading. She was also listening to Dumbledore's speech whilst reading. "That boy is naturally funny." The Angel chimed. "Ew, get a grip, he's overly funny. People like that always have something to hide, in his case it's the fact he's a Player." The Devil scoffed, in a gagging tone. 