The pressure on you was enormous, the few students chosen, the only ones considered good enough to compete for a spot in the triwizard tournament, the chance to represent the school. Your parents hoped you would make it, even if you doubted that you would. The truth is that the goblet of fire would know of your lack of interest in competing, and the opportunity would probably be given to a student much more enthusiastic about the idea, such as Fleur who maintained her perfect posture and unreadable face. You were friends, but sometimes it was hard to think she wasn't a robot.