Sam hurried up the stairs to her seat, hoping she hadn't missed too much in the time it taken her to get from waving Dora off to the competitor's area. Her red 'GRYFFINDORA' emblazoned t-shirt displayed clearly her support for her bestie, with her own house's champions covered by the blue and bronze of her hat and scarf.

Scooting along the row of seats, she wished she'd thought to charm her bag she had slung across her shoulder. She'd come prepared, not only with drink and snacks for herself, but also stuff she thought Dora might want or need the other side of this challenge: a warm layer to wrap up in, bruise paste, a hair brush, plenty of chocolate, and a large flask of hot, sweet tea amongst others.

What could she say? It was quite possible she was more worried than her bestie, and she was starting to regret the research she'd done on tournaments previously held at the castle to help with the Gryffindor's preparation. She'd needed the distraction.

"C'mon Dora," she murmured, now taking the time to glance up at the screen and pulling out a pack of chocolate covered Hob Nobs. Proper biscuits, no cookies here. "You can do this."