User blog:Pingu1234/Waddle and the Goblet of Fire

Chapter 1 - The Scar: Waddle lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The old scar on his arm, which was shaped like a snowball, was burning in his flippers as though someone had pressed a red-hot wire on his face. He sat up, his other hand still on his scar, the other reaching out for his glasses, which were on the bedside table. He put them on and his bedroom came into clearer focus, lit by a faint, misty orange light that was shining through the curtains from the street lamp outside the window. Waddle ran his flippers over the scar again. It was still painful. He turned on the lamp beside him, scrambled out of bed, crossed the room, opened his wardrobe and peered into the mirror on the inside of the door. A skinny penguin of fourteen looked back at him, his bright green eyes puzzled under his untidy black wig. He examined the snowball scar of his reflection more closely, It looked normal, but it was still stinging. Waddle tried to recall what he had been dreaming about before he had awoken. It had seemed so real...there had been two people he knew, and one he didn't...he concentrated hard, frowning, trying to remember... The dim picture of a dark room came to him...there had been a crab on a hearth-rug...a small penguin called Pablo, nicknamed Pab...and a cold, high voice of Herbert Polar Bear. Waddle felt as though an ice cube had slipped down into his stomach at the very thought...