Natalia was feeling more confident as she progressed with the game. Having demolished a total of five hostile castles, she set a goal for herself: she should destroy at least three more castles.

Noting one lone blue sand castle, the fourth year rushed over hastily as if she was afraid that someone else was going to reach it before her. She didn't care if her rival was from Gryffindor or from other houses; whatever she had her eyes on, no one else could take it from her!

Mwahahahaha... little blue fort... time for your extermination!

"Aquatraxi Gravita!" A surge of cool breeze blew some stray strands of hair away from her sweaty face, leaving her countenance exposed to the light gust. Ahh, the wind felt so good! And indeed, the hurdling wave again crushed the sand castle into a pathetic hump of wet sand. MWAHAHAHAHA.

WHERE WAS BARTHOLOMEW?! I WANT TO SEE BARTHOLOMEW! Good Lord please hear Natalia's prayer; she had been good all year.