Chaos had overtaken the stands and Aslan Evans had been on the very brink of done before the crowd mood shifted and Dora and one of the champions pulled out their wands, brandishing then at a seemingly incredibly un-perceptive Ilvermorny girl. The one she'd been ignoring, the one that had considered cheering to be the best course of action amidst a tournament that had led many other spectators to tears.

Aslan watched from her seat, unmoving and impassive as one after another of the students appealed to the others. It seemed a case in futility, but Aslan had learned just how fickle her classmates could be. She inclined her head, tilting to better hear and see- but nothing seemed to be happening, not yet.

She felt nothing about it except a bland interest.