Was she stress eating? YES. Was she excited? YES. Was she loud? ALWAYS. Was she nervous? ...NAH. lol, yes, so nervous. This was it! This was the moment and she had all the faith in her kiddos. She was Moxley, the ferocious mama bear headmistress and she was armed with pom poms which she waved between snacks, much to the displeasure of those around her, she was sure. She miiiiight've even whacked her companions a time or two but she was in the zone, yeah? One really couldn't blame her. Just like they couldn't blame her for her constant insistence that she can't watch...only to peek through her fingers to do just that.

Snack. Cheer. Repeat. Snack. Cheer. Repeat.

This was going to be a long day.


Armed with a Slytherin flag and a pumpkin juice, Junia navigated through the crowd and found herself a seat. Her eyes took on a more green hue today, appropriate considering, and they searched the screen for any sign of those she knew and cared for. They were the ones she'd be cheering on today. They were the ones she was setting aside her jealousy for. Although she still wished it was her out there, okay?

Her eyes widened suddenly as the competitors advanced and the commentators only served to heighten the things she was feeling. "Come on, Etta. Come on. You got this." The Slytherin willed her friend forward, chewing on her lip.