Hey, Whit, I like your poem and it suits the challenge very well. I particularly enjoyed this set of lines:
Fleeing, panicking, shrieking, disbelieving,
An attack remembered as gory;
Leaping, laughing, whooping, grinning,
You’re the reporter with all the glory!
Curtis will have such a good scoop - despicable journo that he is. Great poem and a good slant on that particular Triwizard Tournament.