Bronislava gave a tiny nod, shifting her eyes downward, as she heard her Headmaster's words, fighting to keep the growing red blush from creeping up into her cheeks. Thankfully he did not berate her for her near tardy arrival, for one of the judges began speaking again. Just as she had feared. Her school came in as first place losers.

She let out a quiet, disappointed sigh, trying to avoid any gloating eyes that may be on her when she heard the voice of Zitnik. Her eyes snapped up in surprise. He wanted her to accompany him? "Yes, Headmaster," she said at once, rising from her seat and following him to the front. A bit stunned that he had bestowed this honor upon her, she watched silently as he accepted the trophy, then let out a little gasp of breath as he offered it to her.

She gave a small, yet gracious smile as she took it from his outstretched arm. "Zhank you, Headmaster," Bronislava said as she glanced down at the trophy then looked back up at him. "It is an honor to have your approval. I am pleased to make you and Durmstrang proud." That was almost consolation for their less than successful performance. Not much could make up for her failure, but she was actually very touched.