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And there was the last competitor. Regina's not watching the screen and the door the competitors were coming through. Honestly, she was rather disappoint in the majority of their reactions. One of the competitors in particular made the woman wince. Threatening or lashing out in anger at trained professionals who were helping was not the way to go about things.
"Merlin's beard," she uttered, loud enough for those sitting next to her to hear. She simply shook her head as her quill made its final remarks on her notepad. The headmistress could accept and understand their frustration after being put through that challenge, though she was sure the logic behind their anger was ... impulsive and, for some of them, impertinent. They had learned about the second task of the Triwizard Tournament that had taken place in Harry Potter's time, right? Honestly. Magical competitions didn't equate to rainbows and unicorns. People were put at risk in these things ... and they had given their consent.
Rising from her seat, Regina scooted her way between legs and the backs of chairs and made her way down the stands. Though the screen was still displaying the rooms the competitors ended in, showing the healers tending to each of the competitor's person of importance, the woman was ready to move on. She knew those that had been locked in those cages were in good hands. Right now there were more pressing matters: scores needed to be decided and the final four revealed.
Before disappearing, she gave the competitors, the ones she knew were hot-headed and likely on the verge of blowing something up or putting someone at wandpoint (for one in particular, at wandpoint again), a stern look. It was a nonverbal warning. Behave.
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