Despite having been anxious the days leading up to the start of the IMPS competition, Jesús felt remotely calm. Even as he stood in front of the forest (which, oddly enough, seemed terrifyingly inviting,) the sixth year found himself to be irrevocably clear-headed. This wasn't to say that he was overwhelmingly overconfident in how the challenge would play out, but he figured that even if he were to be eliminated, he'd at least have a great story to tell afterwards.
So, it was for the sake of his desire to deliver a well-thought out performance (of the grandstanding sort) with enough detail that people would feel like they were there. Every good story deserved to be told colorfully. Jesús, however, wasn't stupid, and knew better than to walk in without some form of a light source to guide him. Pulling out his wand, he quietly whispered Lumos and walked further into the forest.
Living in the concrete jungle had prepared him for cold temperatures, but only when the weather had gradually changed. At that, Jesús found himself a little chilled, and squinted as he tried to see through the fog. He realized just how absurd that was, considering the thickness of it, but pressed on. The silence unnerved him (he was a talker, he liked noise, silence was not an option,) but Jesús was going to do the best he could to walks silently while simultaneously hoping (desperately, at that) not to collide with anything.
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