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At Beauxbatons Academy of Magic
Author: Minerva McGonagall
Date: 12-26-06 07:54
Because of Beauxbatons' relative nearness to Hogwarts, those attending the SAT events at the French school of magic left Hogwarts yesterday morning at a leisurely hour and arrived well before lunchtime on the same day. They were greeted warmly by the school, its staff, and its students, some of whom had fond memories of their trip to Hogwarts when that school had hosted the Triwizard Tournament six years ago.
After an enormous luncheon in which there were speechess a plenty and other forms of entertainment, the guests were taken on tours of the palace and its grounds by Beauxbatons selected to act as guides. Although Professor McGonagall had been to Beauxbatons before, she joined a tour led by an enthusiastic seventh year student, who not only showed them everything there was to see, but also shard stories and histories about the palace and its inhabitants.
Dinner was a feast in itself as well. Professor McGonagall had eaten her fill and slept soundly all through the night in the RV parked on the palace grounds.
The next morning, she rounded up all four students participating in the Invention and Design Competition. Bailey Gray and Ariella Beck represented the Hogwarts sixth years. Stewart Ackerley and Rolf Haaken represented the Hogwarts seventh years. Each had a different invention that was sure to impress the judges. Professor McGonagall had certainly been impressed by their creativity, at any rate.
The participating students and the other visitors there for the other SAT events scheduled for this evening and tomorrow entered the Dining chamber, which had been converted from a cafeteria to an auditorium-like structure, with a stage on one end and plenty of seating on the other. The three judges, Hildegard Onderdonk, Eva Lindberg, and Riordan Callaghan sat at a table in front of the stage.
When the dining chamber had filled almost completely and it was time to begin the Invention and Design Competition, Madame Maxime stepped onto the stage and commenced with a speech that was quite similar to the one she gave yesterday at lunch. She welcomed everyone to Beauxbatons and wished them good luck in the competition. Then it began.
The first school selected to present its inventions was Watling's Wizarding Academy.
Weekend without the Boys
Author: Gigi Martini
Date: 12-26-06 08:12
"Come here, Gerry. You need to put on your shoes." Gigi sat on her knees with two small tennis shoes in her hands and looked at her eldest son, who was far more interested in playing with the toys he'd gotten last Christmas than putting on his shoes. "Gerry. I won't ask you again."
He pouted but dropped a teddy bear to the ground and trudged over to his mother in blue socks that had red toes. Gerry sat down and took each shoe from Gigi and slipped them onto his feet. He could tie them, but never very tightly, so Gigi helped him and then helped him to his feet. "Your grandmother is coming soon. If you want to bring any toys to her house, pack them into your rucksack. You may bring three. No more, okay?"
"Okay."
Geoffrey's mother was taking both children for a long weekend. Both Geoffrey and Gigi had to work. Geoffrey's schedule was a bit more flexible but Gigi was due to open up the library in less than an hour. She made sure Gareth was dressed and that he had some things packed.
Geoffrey's mother arrived a few moments later and only stayed for a short while before leaving with both children. She'd arranged for them to take pony rides and didn't want to run late.
"All quiet," Gigi said to herself. She'd been without her children before. Sometimes her mother took care of them for longer than a day, but Gigi still missed them when they were gone.
She went downstairs into the library and started to count the money. When Gigi realized she had lots of galleons but not so many knuts and sickles, she decided to make a quick run to the bank to make change. Hopefully she could make it there and back before opening!
Stickup
Author: Bill Weasley
Date: 12-26-06 14:44
Although Bill's usual workweek was a standard 8-5, Monday-Friday, he often went into the office on Saturdays to do a little extra work. Today was no exception, beyond the fact that he'd been out a few days during the week on account of a bad cold, and since it was the end of the month and he had a number of reports to write and other things due soon. No sooner had he walked into Gringotts, that a familiar voice singled him out.
"Weasley, I could use your assistance."
Bill stifled the groan that threatened to burst free and put on his best customer service smile. "How many I help you, Stratford?"
"I'd like to open a new account for my daughter."
"Very well. Please follow me into my office."
Bill inserted his key into the door and entered his office, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. "Would you like some tea?" he asked, closing the door and moving around his desk to take his seat behind it.
"No, thank you," Lysander replied.
"What size vault might you be needing for your daughter? Small, to start with?" Bill asked, taking out a sheet of parchment on which to get Charlotte Stratford's information.
"I'm about to acquire a substantial amount of funds that I intend to give entirely to my daughter. Make it large."
Bill raised his brows but didn't say what was on his mind. For all he knew, Lysander would be acquiring those "funds" through illegal means. He checked off "large" on the vault form and then had Lysander fill in his daughter's and his own information in the appropriate blanks on the form.
"Would you like to view the vault before taking it?"
"I don't think that will be necessary," Lysander replied. He filled in all the blanks and signed the form on the signature line.
"Then we're done here." Bill turned to a cabinet behind him, unlocked it with a flick of his wand, and pulled out a key corresponding to the one on Charlotte's vault (#55) and then shut the cabinet and locked it. Bill turned and handed the key to Lysander. "If you have any questions," Bill continued, rising from his seat to show Lysander out, "you know where to find me."
Lysander rose from his chair and headed for the door. "Thanks."
Both men were standing in the doorway of Bill's office when a very peculiar and unexpected thing happened. Their wands flew from their pockets and landed clear across the foyer of the bank, skittering to stops near the feet of a small group of wizards wearing ski masks.
One of the men scooped down to collect the new wands, which he put inside a pillow case already full of wands from the other bank customers.
"Get over there and sit down!" barked one of the men to Bill and Lysander.
Customers and goblins were sitting on the floor in front of the teller counters. Lysander moved to join them but Bill hesitated. "I'm the manager here. Let them go and we'll talk."
The same man uttered a curse under his breath, causing the sleeve of Bill's robes to rip. Bill winced, feeling a searing cut on his arm.
"Don't make me ask again," the man threatened.
Bill moved to the teller counters and sat down next to Lysander.
"Is that everybody?" the same man asked his comrades.
"The vaults are all clear," one answered.
"They're certainly about to be, aren't they boys?" the man said, laughing. He turned to face everyone seated in front of the teller counters. "All right. Listen up. This is a stickup!"
Invention Presentations
Author: Minerva McGonagall
Date: 12-27-06 17:40
The students from Watling's Wizarding Academy stood on stage one by one and presented their inventions to the three judges. The very first contestant, Amelia Nicolson, had invented a velvet wand sack that polished the wand within it on its own. Brandon Gump, another sixth year, had designed a bookbag that could automatically organize anything set inside it, from textbooks arranged in the order one needed them for a classday, to something as simple as just alphabetizing by author or title. It also had more room than it looked like and plenty of hidden pockets for extra supplies like quills.
After the two seventh years representing Watling's had given their presentations and answered questions from the judges, there was a five minutes break while Watling's exited the stage and Durmstrang entered. Professor McGonagall took the moment's pause to encourage her students. All four looked nervous.
Then the first student from Durmstrang, Beta Bulgakov, gave a presentation on a specially charmed quill that was designed to help students in any particular subject, in this case Transfiguration. It served as a tutor by helping the user understand the material at hand by writing explanations or supplying answers when needed. Of course, such a tool could be used by cheaters, but when used for the right purposes, it was a handy one to have.
The last presenter from Durmstrang, Casimir Wajda, had invented what looked like a one-inch tall disk that was maybe 3-inches across in diameter. When he demonstrated its purpose, a 3-D image of a map of the area projected from it. He could zoom in or out, depending on how much of an area one wanted to see. He demonstrated by honing in on Beauxbatons, which didn't show the palace blueprints but merely showed its location in relation to whatever was immediately around it. Then he zoomed out to show all of France. A tiny red dot showed where Beauxbatons was in relation to the entire country.
The students from La Escuela de Hechiceria were next and began presenting after the second break of the day. Then came Hogwarts.
During the break following La Escuela de Hechiceria, Professor McGonagall rose from her seat and helped Bailey set up for his presentation. Then she hung back with Ariella, Rolf, and Stewart and silently cheered on Bailey and his Dueling Dummy.
Bad Luck
Author: Lysander Stratford
Date: 12-27-06 17:55
Rotten luck had brought Lysander to Gringotts on a day when burglars decided to hold up the bank. And now he sat next to Bill Weasley of all people, wondering whether he'd make it out alive to see Charlotte again. So far, Lysander didn't feel threatened by the four wizards who'd disarmed them and who'd forced them all to cower by the teller counters. They hadn't said anything about killing anybody––they hadn't declared any intentions at all just yet.
As if reading Lysander's mind, the same wizard who'd fired a curse at Bill's arm spoke up. "We're going to clean up house, you understand?" he said to everyone seated on the floor. "Obviously, the easiest way of going about this is with full cooperation. You don't cooperate, we're going to do this the hard way. Now, hand over your vault keys."
Lysander had brought his own key with him and only had Charlotte's on hand. Because that vault was empty, he didn't have any problem handing over the worthless key. He toss it freely, watching as it slid a few feet across the marble floor. A different robber picked it up.
No one else wanted to give up their keys, even though it took two––their own, and the bank's––to open the vaults. So far the burglars hadn't asked for the other set of keys.
"I think I already demonstrated what happens when you don't follow orders," the same wizard barked. He nodded his head at one of his comrades, who without warning slashed his wand in the air. Beside Lysander, Bill winced as a second cut formed on his arm.
Lysander didn't really feel sorry for Bill. He was just glad it wasn't him.
Gigi Martini threw her key across the floor and pleaded, "Don't do that again."
"I wouldn't have to if you would all just follow orders!"
Other keys skittered across the floor. One of the wizards scooped them all up. "Now what?" he asked the leader.
"Now we get the second set, and I think we all know who to talk to about acquiring those." He smirked at Bill, but before he said anything further, the door behind him opened.
"We're closed!" one of the other wizards shouted, sending sparks from his wand right at the person trying to enter Gringotts. That person hightailed it out of sight as soon as he figured out what was going on at the bank.
"I thought I said to watch the front!" the leader shouted at the other wizard. "Why didn't you stun him? He's going to run for help, you idiot!"
Lysander couldn't help but roll his eyes. Maybe he didn't have to worry about getting done-in. These guys were screwing themselves.
(Caden) Following
Author: Ronan Eastwick
Date: 12-27-06 18:20
Caden had grown tired of the Ministry's inability to track down the person who'd robbed Urania of her personal belongings, and who might have very well killed her if given the opportunity. Caden would never know how that night might have ended, had he not killed the other wizard thug who'd pulled him into Knockturn Alley on that fateful evening. Perhaps nothing further would have happened to Urania at all, but perhaps something would have. It was a very great "if" that plagued Caden's mind and that drove him to madness.
He'd spent hours combing Knockturn Alley, looking for any sign of the culprit who'd gotten away. Caden went everyday, willing himself to stumble upon a clue, but had always come up empty... until now.
Caden just happened to be standing outside Borgin and Burkes when he saw the wizard exit an unmarked building and go across the street into the Hanged Man. Caden followed casually, not wanting to alarm the wizard or to draw any attention to himself.
The Hanged Man was just like any pub... dark and crowded. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and bodies. Caden moved past a barmaid to find the man he'd been following. He spotted him across the room, ducking down a stairwell. Caden followed and found himself standing in a short corridor with three doors, one leading back to the stairs and two leading to lavatories, one for men, and one for women. Caden pushed open the door to the men's room and found it empty. He couldn't see any feet under the stalls. Just when he thought he might check the ladies' room, Caden noted the "Out of Order" sign on the very last stall.
He went to the door and pushed it open. The stall looked like any stall, with a toilet and roll of toilet paper hanging off stall wall. But there was one subtle difference: there was a crude marking of a pentacle on the wall over the toilet. Caden thought it had been drawn on the wall in blood. He shuddered involuntarily.
What if...?
He pulled out his wand and touched the very center of the pentacle with the tip. Nothing happened. He touched each tip of the five-pointed star with the wand but nothing happened. He tried it clockwise, counterclockwise, and in a random sequence, and still nothing happened.
Caden nearly gave up, but then took his wand in his left hand and tentatively held his right hand up before the pentacle. He almost didn't want to touch the wall... who knew what sort of germs were festering on it... but then he placed his hand on the pentacle and waited.
After a moment, the outline of a doorway glowed before his eyes. The toilet sunk into the floor and a door knob with a pentacle emblem appeared on the door. Caden put his wand back in his right hand and clutched it tightly. He wrapped his left hand over the door knob and pulled it back almost immediately as his flesh seared with pain. Caden looked at his hand and saw the pentacle emblem burned into it.
He cursed under his breath and plunged his hand over the knob again. This time it didn't burn. This time it felt cool to his touch. He twisted the knob and pulled open the door. Caden stepped over the threshold, unaware that his life would now be forever changed.
Pretending It's Just Another Rehearsal
Author: Bailey
Date: 12-27-06 18:41
Watching the schools ahead of Hogwarts, Bailey had felt sick to his stomach. It's not that he now thinks the Dueling Dummy isn't up to par. It's that Bailey's natural shyness is making his stomach do flip flops while full of butterflies.
Bailey has no lack of confidence in the Dueling Dummy. It's a good invention in his opinion and the design isn't that bad either. If he doesn't win anything today, Bailey's fine with that because the Dueling Dummy is something he's very pleased with.
The last touches Bailey had made this last week were done with the assistance of Professor Lancaster's wife. Mrs. Lancaster is a genius with linguistics and is even a professor in it at St. Emrys University. Bailey had gotten her aid with spells and charms, such as Stupify that might be said differently in another language.
Trying not to think about everyone watching him, at the cue to start Bailey launches into his much rehearsed demonstration. Focusing only on the demonstration by telling himself he's alone and just going through another practice, Bailey finds the time goes by quickly. Before he knows it, he's being asked questions by the panel of three judges. One of them, Riordan Callaghan, gets up and does a test of the Dueling Dummy after learning that Bailey had programmed some spells and charms in Gaelic into it.
When he's finally done, Bailey suddenly feels nauseous again. He hurries from the stage just in case he does become ill, not wanting to be sick in front of the spectators. Bailey steps out of the large room to get his breath and also to get something to drink to calm his stomach. When he returns to his seat Ariella Beck is to start with her language translation device.
Advice From Charlie
Author: Briar Rose
Date: 12-27-06 19:43
Grace had had an invitation to play with her cousin Duncan today and with a lull at the bakery, Briar braced herself against the cold to run some errands. Top on her list was Gladrags for much needed winter galoshes.
Briar's found a pair, paid for them, and is walking out when she sees Charlie passing by the window. "Hi, Charlie!" Briar calls out.
Charlie stops, pulling his thick coat more tightly around him. "Hi there. What brings you out today?"
Briar holds up her bag, "New winter boots. You?"
"Going to pick up some croissants and two slices of pie from this excellent little bakery I know."
Her other errands not all the pressing Briar decides to walk with Charlie. "An excellent little bakery you say? I do believe I'll have to see this place for myself," Briar grins then asks, "How's little Arthur?"
"Wonderful! He's gained more weight and his lungs are working perfectly. Schuyler's still not sure what to make of the addition to the house yet," Charlie chuckles.
The rest of the short walk from Gladrags to the bakery is spent with Charlie and Briar talking about the children. Once inside the bakery, Briar packs up the croissants Charlie wants while he selects the two slices of pie. He then sniffs the air appreciatively. "Do I smell potatoes?"
"Yes, potato soup. Want some to take home as well?"
"I believe I do. What sizes of containers do I have to choose from? Isn't that your cousin? I thought she was only here temporarily."
Melisande sits at a table near the larger of the store front windows. She's got a newspaper open, a large mug of coffee, and what looks like nearly a half a cake.
Briar glances that direction then back at Charlie. "Here are the soup containers. Which would you like?" Then dropping her voice she says, "Come upstairs for some tea and I'll explain why she's still around."
Charlie picks a container that can hold the equivalent of four cups of soup then follows Briar into the kitchen and up the stairs. Taking a seat at the dining table and accepting a cup of tea from Briar, Charlie waits for her to speak.
"I don't know what to do. Melisande keeps telling me she needs a little more time to get back on her feet, all the while sponging off me. I don't mind helping someone out but she's not trying very hard. Maybe if she'd not tried blackmail to make money I wouldn't feel like I'm being taken advantage of."
"You've tried talking with her, I mean really talking?"
"Oh yes. Several times now. She hints around about how terrible it would be if she accidently slipped up and around the wrong people about the existance of the Wizarding World. We've had to be extra diligent with Grace and her... you know."
"Maybe you should talk off the record with Geoffrey Blackwell. As an Auror he might have some advice for you on how to handle a person who's known to stoop to blackmail."
"That's an excellent idea, Charlie. Thank you."
Charlie and Briar change the subject to talk about more pleasant things before Charlie takes his croissants, pie, and soup home and Briar gets busy again in the bakery kitchen.
Working On A Paper
Author: Ginny Weasley
Date: 12-28-06 17:23
Screwing up her mouth in frustration, Ginny reaches for one of the seven books she's got spread out around her. Flipping pages until she finds what she needed, Ginny picks up her quill to finish the sentence she'd been in the middle of writing. Next she pulls a pad of paper over to make a notation on the quote she just looked up.
The door from the street landing opens and Ron comes in, stomping on the mat to rid his boots of ice and snow. "I need to clear around that bottom step again," Ron says before commenting, "Thought you were working today."
"In a bit. I simply have to make a dent in writing this paper. It's due on Monday."
"I was going to ask if you want to go to one of those movie things with some of us tonight but if you need to work on your paper we'd understand."
"One reason I'm making such a push on this right now is because I have a date tonight. I'd like to have most of the paper done by then so that tomorrow all I'll need to do is wrap it up then read over it to polish it."
"Who's the date?"
"No one you know. He's someone from one of my classes."
"Does this someone have a name?"
"Kelvin Zeigler. He went to Watling's in America. He's from Nevada."
"Nevada. That's the place where Las Vegas and Reno are, right?"
"That's the one. Kelvin's from near someplace called Carson City."
"If you two want to go to the movies with us, you're more than welcome. I'm going to go clear off the ice around the bottom step."
"I'll make you some hot chocolate for when you're done," Ginny smiles.
"Thanks!"
Ron goes back out and Ginny puts her quill down to make the hot chocolate.
Presenting
Author: Ariella Beck
Date: 12-28-06 17:47
Ariella climbed onto the stage and set a black, shiny box onto a table. She had notecards, which she'd checked and double-checked numerous times while waiting for her turn to present. Unless she somehow messed them up during her checking, they should all be in the correct order.
She slipped into her presentation quite easily. Ariella was shy, yes, but quite good at delivering presentations without looking or sounding nervous. She certainly sounded like she knew what she was talking about.
Towards the end of her presentation, she invited anyone from the audience to give the device a try. Madame Maxime eagerly volunteered and spoke before the box in her native French. The Americans, Australians, and British heard an immediate translation into English. The students from La Escuela de Hechiceria and Durmstrang heard Spanish and German, respectively.
After Ariella completed her presentation with demonstration, the judges asked her a few questions. She answered them as well as she could, never once stumbling for an answer, though she found nearly every question quite difficult. At last, her time was up. She scooped up her box and exited the stage, while Rolf took his place to present his boardgame.
On Stage
Author: Rolf Haaken
Date: 12-28-06 17:51
As Ariella Beck presents a multilanguage translator, Fionna Gairden leans forward from the row behind Rolf and says softly into his ear, "We Slytherins really need to do well here. Make up for all those points those idiot fourth years lost us."
Turning slightly to acknowledge her, Rolf nods. "Definately. I think I've got a shot at placing but we'll see. Some of those in my group may have some bloody great inventions and designs that make mine look juvenile."
Fionna shoots Rolf half a grin. "Well, you are presenting a game," she jokes. "For what it's worth, I think your game's not half bad."
"Thanks," Rolf says, surprised to hear what from Fionna Gairden is high praise.
Ariella finishes her presentation and is now fielding questions from the panel of judges. Rolf says to Fionna, "I'm next so I'd better go down near the stage."
As he walks along the wall towards the stage Rolf's stopped by Gabby who wishes him luck. She gives him a quick peck on the cheek then rapidly retakes her seat as Professor McGonagall approaches Rolf to go with him to the stage to help him set up once Ariella's done with the judges.
When the time comes a short couple of minutes later, Rolf takes to the stage. It doesn't take long to do the game setup for the presentation he's prepared. Rolf thanks Professor McGonagall for her help then turns to face the judges, waiting for the signal to begin.
When the signal comes Rolf explains the premise of the game, stressing the historical basis and setting, making mention that the map he uses for the gaming board is a copy of an actual map. Rolf goes through a point by point overview of the strategy involved in playing and how that promotes critical thinking. Rolf demonstrates the animation of each of the playing pieces involved and also demonstrates actual game play.
When he's done the judges each have a several questions for Rolf. At least he's done, packing up the game and exiting the stage. As he walks off the last student from Hogwarts, Stewart Ackerley, walks on. Rolf gives him an encouraging smile then returns to his seat, relieved to be done.
Dummy
Author: Bill Weasley
Date: 12-28-06 18:13
Although the situation remained quite grave, Bill felt small relief for the fact that help might be on its way. He might not ever need to get the second set of keys from his office so that the burglars could steal from the clients currently held hostage at Gringotts. It would be easy for them, if they had both sets of keys. There were, however, far more vaults to rob and breaking into those without the other set of keys would prove extremely difficult.
"There are only five people here," one of the robbers remarked, eyeing the five wizards seated on the floor in front of the teller counters. Two goblins sat with them on the cold floor. "Do you think they're rich? What if they don't have anything but a handful of knuts in their vaults?"
"We don't have time to discuss what they may or may not have in their vaults!" the apparent leader spat. "We need to get our hands on that second set of keys before the hit wizards get here or this will have been a wasted visit to the bank! You!" He whirled on Bill, whose arm throbbed dully from the two cuts he'd recently sustained. "Get up, now!"
Bill didn't argue. He climbed to his feet but didn't move from Lysander's side. If he could stall things as long as possible, all the better.
"As the manager of this place, you have in your keeping a second set of keys necessary to access the vaults. You will bring us the brothers to these five."
Bill took a step forward in the direction of his office when the leader spoke again. "Wait. You'll tell me where they keys are. You'll stay where you are or else."
Bill shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't do that."
The wizard's finger twitched over his hand. "You can't, or you won't?"
"I can't," Bill answered, which was a bold-faced lie. "The cabinet in which the keys are kept is charmed only to be accessibly to certain people. I can tell you where the cabinet is but you can't open it."
"Very well," the man said, "you'll do it, and one of my men will watch in case you try to do something funny. Go."
Bill stepped lively, not wanting to get hit by another curse, and entered his office with one of the bad guys on his heels. He went to the cabinet and opened it, pulling out four real keys and one dummy, of which Bill had only one. The dummy key could actually open up any vault. It was a security device Bill's Security Committee had developed recently in situations just like this one. Should anyone exert force to have a key, a dummy should be handed over because it would not only open the vault and thereby potentially save lives, if any are in danger, but it would also alert the authorities as soon as it was inserted into the vault, it would capture the fingerprints of the wizard using the key, and would leave a tracking residue on the user's fingers.
Of course, it was only good if the bad guy used the key himself and didn't force a good guy to do it. Bill closed the cabinet door once the four real keys and the dummy were in hand and left his office with the burglar once again at his heels.
"Drop them and go back over there," the main robber ordered.
Bill dropped the keys to the ground and sat back down beside Lysander. With any luck, the authorities were already on their way, but if not, then hopefully the dummy key would serve its purpose.
And the Winners Are...
Author: Minerva McGonagall
Date: 12-28-06 18:58
Professor McGonagall was quite pleased with the four Hogwarts students who'd competed in the Invention and Design competition. Following them came the four representatives from Okapi École de Sorcellerie. Then the students from Sydney's School of Wizardry presented their inventions. Finally came those from Beauxbatons.
After Mathieu Peltier finished giving his presentation, everyone waited for the judges to make their final deliberations. Professor McGonagall was normally a very patient person (except for when it came to Quidditch), but she found the wait excruciating.
Finally, the judges took to the stage. Hildegard Onderdonk announced the winners from the very first group. "Third place goes to Rogelio Suarez of La Escuela de Hechiceria." There was a smattering of applause, mainly from the Chilean students. "Second place goes to Beta Bulgakov of Durmstrang." More applause. "And first place goes to Bailey Gray of Hogwarts."
Each student was awarded a trophy. They shook hands with all three judges and posed for photos.
Eva Lindberg announced the winners for group two. Brandon Gump of Watling's earned third place, Ariella Beck of Hogwarts earned second place, and Juan Chavez of La Escuela de Hechiceria earned first place.
Riordan Callaghan announed the winners for group three. "In third place, we have Rolf Haaken from Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall clapped enthusiastically. "Second place goes to Sally Rennison of Sydney's School of Wizardry." More applause. "And Bindi Kole of Okapi École de Sorcellerie earns first place. Congratulations!"
And finally, Hildegard Onderdonk announced the winners for group four. They were Mathieu Peltier of Beauxbatons, Misty Wright of Sydney's School of Wizardry, and Marisol Ruiz of La Escuela de Hechiceria in third, second, and first places respectively.