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Destiny was pretty sure they had different reasons for not wanting to enter; hers being for the safety of her hand. Imagine, not even knowing if you are going to be one of the champions and already getting hurt! "You mean, you wouldn't want to be a champion?" she asked, dropping her hand to her side after shaking Sam's hand. No, not Sam's hand, Samuel Giovanni Quinn's hand. Oi, that was a mouthful, and she was glad she was allowed to call him Sam. "Sam it is then!" she smiled. So easy!
Just about to look around for that Beauxbaton guy, she stopped as Sam asked about the grabber pole. She laughed, "It's a pole that people use to grab things that are in high places. Usually lazy people use them."
Lazy like her Grandmother!
"I don't think the champion life is the life for me," Sam said, shaking his head. "Too much pressure. You always have something to live up to." He shook his head again as Destiny explained these grabber poles. "You mean they don't just... magic them down to where they can reach them?" Sam asked. "Well, I suppose Muggles couldn't do that. But don't they have those contraptions that you can climb to reach things?" Honestly this grabber pole business sounded a little scary. Probably because he was imagining a giant hand that just kept grabbing and grabbing... Oh, the things that came out of Sam's
imagination.