Louisa was here. Finally. They said the second round of tasks were after lunch, right? Well she just had her lunch, not her fault she was used to eating super early. Anyways, she was here and there was a table that sold... hmm. The former Ravenclaw stopped in her track and observed the table with the merchandise and the people scattered around. Oh!
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Seriously who had baked this rubbish? If anyone had told her, she'd have provided something much more appetizing, given her skills in the kitchen. Althea loved cooking and baking... but she also wouldn't feel right about selling it. Perhaps that was why. And also she was aware that Dash would hardly appreciate having to share anything she made either. As far as he was concerned she cooked for him and Kyroh and that was it. Men.
She had been responsible for placing the orders for the merchandise however and she checked the items off, making sure that it was the best possible quality, and that there was enough of everything. Not too much mind you, wouldn't want to be stuck with excess at the end.
She would remain at the table for a while, but then she planned to watch the contest, and keep an eye out for former students of hers too.
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Professor Schirmer!" She called out, approaching the former Charms professor with a wide smile. "
Hello." Wait, did the professor remember her?? "
Louisa Carter." It doesn't hurt to try and ring the woman's bells, right? Right. "
So good to meet you here." She respected the woman highly, even though they never had one of those professor-and-student close relationship. Mainly because Louisa didn't do those, she just admired and respected people from afar.
Anyways. Supporting Hogwarts. The girl touched one of the Hogwarts T-shirts, "
Can I get two of those?" Umm...
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ROBIN was THERE. You know, sidekick to Batman, of course.
Sherman sported a Robin bowtie that stood out proudly against his white button down and black suit, adjusting it with one hand as he wheeled over to the governors' table. The GOVERNORS' table. That was still exciting, did they know?
The elderly man rolled over next to Carter, nudging the seat out of the way to make space for his own wheelchair. "I'll have some hot chocolate, please," he chirped cheerily, not wanting to voice his opinion on those unappetizing looking brownies.
Lucia could cook much better than that, thankfully. That was why he'd married her.
"How much is a cup?" It was so suffocating up there in the stands, and there was time for him to go check on Sherman. Not that Sherman needed checking on. Much. Oh there they were. Botros picked up his pace, his cane aiding him a bit since his knees were rather rusty in this cold weather.
... Lucia probably didn't check his attire when he left? Botros grinned at the bowtie. "Dapper as always, Sherman." He greeted, and nodded to everyone around them.