"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.

After handing the woman the trophy, returning her fake smile with equal enthusiasm.

Now, to continue with the unpleasantries, "In second place, Durmstrang Institute vith 140 points. Vould Headmaster Zitnik please come up and accept second place trophy?"

Not at all how things were supposed to end, but at least the school he had once almost called home had not lost to the likes of Beauxbatons. The only thing the man dreaded now was just how loud a reception the red-headed Headmistress of Hogwarts would perform when she was called upon to accept the first place trophy.

He has only asked for the Headmaster to approach the podium and accept, so the judge was internally tiffed about the change in protocol. However, given who the man was, Fedir was more than willing to overlook things. It gave the school a positive image in light of its....loss.

Giving a golf clap to the 'touching' scene, he turned his icy gaze back to the audience. "Vich means vinners of 2082 European Bureau ov Vizarding Education Quiz Bowl Scholarship Competition is Hogvarts School ov Vitchcraft and Vizardry vith total ov 181 points." And now to brace for impact as he reached for the large first place trophy. "Headmistress Truebridge, please come up and accept first place trophy."

Quickly and quietly so he could remove himself from the potent stench of the roses.