The Winner's Circle
 

Amoretta was more than ready for the winner to be announced for this competition thing. She knew who she wanted to win, but she also was fairly confident in the least that the school from the north (Durmstrang) would not be taking home the prize money. Merci!

After some time passed at the Summertime function, Amoretta found herself meandering near the rose-covered podium. It was time to get the show on the road and announce the winners. She didn't know about the other judges or the school head's, but she was certainly eager to get this over with.

Arriving in the Winner's Circle in his usual attire consisting of a well pressed dark suit and white dress shirt, the Ukrainian made his way first towards the 'lumps' on the table and adjusted the black cloth that was covering them so things were not so asymmetrical. Whoever had placed the cover had either been completely lazy or did not care to keep up a professional appearance.

Fixing now completed, he stood just off to the left of the table and inclined his head to his colleague and French Headmistress in greeting.

Now that things were slowing down for their event Minerva noticed that people were starting to gather at the winner circle. Would they be starting this now? Curiously she made her way over towards the area. They were allowed over here weren't they? Well they should be, the winners circle was where they were announcing things, so the students should be there.

Finding a chair in the back she took a seat, maybe she wouldn't get to close to the front that could be for the professors and judges or whomever wanted to be that close. It was better to just stay in the background anyway in Minerva's eyes. She noticed the judge she had talked to briefly in the stands was there and the headmistress of Beauxbaton. There was someone else she didn't know, but that was fine she would just sit and watch and wait for everything to get started.

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Winner's circle. Alright. Gathering here, listening to the judges officially say they had won then happily booting those foreigners out of their school. Those students didn't know how to act when they were out in public, they were worst than she was and that was saying a lot. Lex took a seat right at the front. She WAS a winner, she was, her school was full of winners and they all deserved the front rows. The other schools could have the back, or the ground. Did it looked like she cared?

Could they hurry this along?

They already knew Hogwarts dominated in the competition. To say they didn't win after all this would have made her think this whole thing was rigged, and she'd say it too. What's the worse that could happen? A deduction of 50 points? Oooo she was shaking, seriously, kid wasn't a Ravenclaw and she didn't like these people enough to be polite.

Still, see how well behaved she was being? It was to set an example. Unlike some people, she could control herself. Ahem. Most times.

So even though Hannah did not keep up with this whole competition this year she couldn't help but to be attracted to the circle to see who had won. Surely Hogwarts would be announced as the winning school... they just couldn't lose to those pesky foreigners. She still believed that they were the reason that all of the weird stuff had been happening around school. Everything was fine until they arrived, for the most part anyways.

Hannah made her way to the front and took a seat. She was actually kind of excited to see who the winner was. Still thinking about it all she was having a hard time accepting that this was the end of another school year. She would be a seventh year next term and she still didn't know how she felt about that.

Mischa strolled past the food tent over to where the white chairs were. The big announcement would come soon. Just a few persons had gathered so far including the Beauxbatons & Hogwarts Heads. Of them all he only knew Minerva and given that they were getting along now he thought he would go sit next to her.

"Hello,'' he said approaching her. "Mind if I join vou?''

There was definitely one area along with all the others here in this event that peaked Wade's interest. It after all reminded him of all the tasks the three schools had to do.. anyway.

Casually walking toward the circle, he chose one of the chairs to sit by, not really paying attention to some of the people he passed or where he sat. He had a certain creature on his mind still.. Not that he'd mind whoever chose to speak with him.

Laura decided that she would come and see what had been going on. She totally had only done the gnome toss and she couldn't believe she had never done more than she had wanted to but next term she was going to do her best to show everyone how good she could be.

Laura looked around and smiled at Hannah and Alec before just standing there waiting for the headmistress to speak, she hoped that Hogwarts would win because they deserve to win because they were awesome.

Before Sky knew it, it was time to head into the tent where the winners of the little competition would be announced. She regretted not getting her chance to draw on the castle, but maybe it was for the best? Since she couldn't think of anything to write that wouldn't make her lose her composure in front of everybody at what was supposed to be a happy event.

She entered the tent and took a seat in the second row and just observed everything going on around her.

Mischa, Alex, Wade
 

Minerva was sitting quietly in the back just hoping the ceremony would start soon. She was getting tired and was hoping she could catch the announcements and celebration before she went back to her dorm. As she sat waiting she noticed someone and looked up. Seeing Mischa she gave him a small smile, "Well hello Gnome Champion" She chuckled a bit, "Sure have a seat. " Most seemed to be going closer to the front anyway. "I'm not big on being in the spot light of things, so better to sit in the back." She shrugged if he wanted to sit closer he was more than welcomed.

Noticing Wade and Alec walk in she gave them both waves, but it seemed they were going to go sit somewhere else which was fine, but she hoped they would at least see her wave. "So when do you head back to your own school?" She knew Broni had mentioned being homesick and so did he, they have to be ready to leave, she was part of the school and for her own reasons, she was ready to leave the school. As much as she didn't want to leave either. Now that more people were coming in could these judges or whoever running it get the show on the road?

When the time came, Fedir reluctantly stepped up to the podium and cursed his keen sense of smell. The aroma from the roses was a bit too potent, and he held his right hand under his nose for a moment to prevent a sneeze from ruining the formality of his announcement.

"Now is time to announce results of round two of competition," he said while keeping his eye on those that had gathered as he removed a sealed envelope from his breast pocket. "First place, Hogvarts School of Vitchcraft and Vizardry vith 91 points. Second place, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic vith 73 points. Third place, Durmstrang Institute vith 71 points." He paused only a few moments for any applause. "Combining scores from round one vith round two, in third place Beauxbatons Academy of Magic vith 137 points. Vould Headmistress Enzo please come up and accept third place trophy?"

He then lifted the cover and took the trophy from the table to hand to the woman personally.

L O L.

Beauxbatons at third place. Sux 4 them. Kat just applauded for those Frenchies with a smirk!smile. Now all she wanted was to hear that Durmstrang won SECOND place and yeah, she would hold a party. Hogwarts was the real deal here, everyone. Okay? Okay.

So she waited for the other results.

Although she already knew they won. Pssh.

Mischa
 

So it was finally time for the awards ceremony. Jozef was not particularly looking forward to it knowing in his heart that his school had not done as well as he had hoped. Yet here he was, making his way over to the winners circle.

Spotting Headmistress Truebridge sitting up front, Headmaster Zitnik thought about joining her. No, not really, but he did see her sitting there looking all smug like she just KNEW her school was going to win this thing. So yeah, no sitting with that woman. For now he was going to talk with the only student of his he seen there, Mischa...

Or not.

Seems they were getting this ceremony under way before all the students even got there.

Before giving his full attention to the man up front, Zitnik did one more quick look around the area for his students. They better have a good reason for not being in the winners circle right now. Even if they weren't the apparent winners of this competition. At least they beat out those french kids.

Stopping next to Mischa, the headmaster crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm glad to see at least one of my students had the decency to make it over here." To hear their school didn't win. Again he glanced around the area. Where the blazes was Broni? Of all his students, she was the one he would have expected to see here, not mischievous Mischa.

K2 (and if anyone else wants to play)
 

She wasn’t late. Actually, as Kendall sort of snuck into the big tent where the ceremony was being held, she realized she really wasn’t late. Hardly anyone was there, aside from judge people, Headmistress Truebridge, and a handful of students. Therefore, even though she saw the one judge guy who totally looked like he could be a supervillain starting to announce the awards, she couldn’t have missed much. Just Beauxbatons being awarded third place, anyway, and she clapped politely for them as she’d sidled up next to Katrina, her hair tucked up under her fedora except for a few pink-and-auburn locks falling free. None of them had done anything to her, anyway, so she figured she may as well be nice.

“I didn’t miss much, right?,” she said in a half-whisper, leaning over toward the head girl so she knew she’d be heard. Not that there was really that much other noise in the tent. People were hardly even talking, which only made her fidgety. Formality was weird, and since she knew she’d done her best, and she was sure Katrina, Alexa, Mo, and all the other Hogwarts representatives had too, she just wanted to be recognized. Hogwarts deserved to win, especially after everything they’d gone through over the past seven terms she’d been there. It would just be nice if somebody actually said that, instead of all the bad things that had been said before, in the papers and stuff.

Ooooooh. Hey, Kendall. Kat smiled at the Ravenclaw. "Hi," she greeted her. And she wasn't EXACTLY late, wasn't she? "Not really. Just that Beauxbatons got third place. We're still waiting for the other results." Kat tried not to snigger at that, because poor Frenchies. Besides, that would be mean and she didn't want the EBWE judges to take back whatever results Hogwarts got. Kat looked at the judges with that 'hurry up, maybe?' look. She wanted to hear Hogwarts win, okay?

Also, did Kendall have chocolate? Maybe eating something would make time look faster. Kat just couldn't wait to celebrate and then leave. Staying in this place with the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students was getting annoying. It was a good thing that Gaston dude wasn't here. Kat didn't want to see HIM.

Hecate had come in quite inconspicuously... The headmistress had not approached her quite yet, and she didn't really need the issues that may cause. Whichever end they be on...

Looking around, her eyes spotted her snakes... the head girl, Miss Hudson, whom she was sure to miss... She'd had a lot of confidence in her, and she wasn't disappointed. Miss Carter-Hope, whom she'd saw grow from a wild child who needed detention, to the young smart woman she'd become... There were other snakes too... but her eyes went to the Hufflepuffs next... Prefect Wheatborn, whom she enjoyed torturing from time to time... she'd miss her too... and then... the Hufflestud...

He had grown facial hair! And not just peach fuzz, but true honest to goodness hair! At his age... what was he now, 18? Merlin... what a Hunk-a-puff! whichever girl he would settle down with, would be lucky indeed... she was regretting never having found a reason to have put the boy in detention... Oh well... the end of term feast hadn't started yet!

Hecate listened to the man. Good. If Enzo's school came in third it meant Hogwarts or Durmstrang was first... She'd hoped it was her own school... it could have used the money... But Durmstrang was led by Headmaster Zitnik... and he was someone to admire...

Yup... admire. His presence alone commanded a room. That man in his youth, must have been quite the looker... Anyway...

Come on judges... lets get to this. Patience was NOT Hecate's forte.

Seren was here! She was here! She couldn't miss this, not for anything. Sure she managed to lose a bit of time here and there and as a result wasn't as punctual as she usually was. Still, she'd made it, and ever so quietly, she tip toed to the nearest seat, ducking as she passed by some of those gathered. Whoooops.

Once seated, she watched, her head turning left and right catching up with whatever it is she had missed. From what she could gather, Beauxbatons were receiving their third place trophy... how very unfortunate, for them. She didn't know the scores, and wasn't able to do the mental math, but she had a feeling the Hogwartians had this in the bag, they had blitzed through most of the events, all of them, had been rather impressive.

As more and more students as well as a few adults made it over to the winners circle Maximillienne took care to not sit anywhere near Headmistress Truebridge. She despised her red-headed counterpart and she knew that ze feeling was probably mutual. When Shevchenko stood up to announce ze results of ze competition Maximillienne noted that Headmaster Zitnik had also graced the circle with his presence. He had an aura about him just like she knew she had and admired.

Maximillenne heard Shevchenko’s voice again as if through a filter and she whipped her icy glance over to him when he announced that her school had finished in 3rd place. She choked down the sour water that filled her mouth in reaction to the results and stood up. Gliding over to and up onto the podium with poise and elegance befitting a classy French woman, Maximillienne accepted the third place trophy from Shevchenko with a fake smile pursing her lips. Turning on her heel she retreated back to her seat.