Unamused.

That was the sole expression Valerie wore as the portkey transported her to the stands. While satisfied to some degree that she had completed her task unscathed, her fury was rising seeing all the cheering faces. People cheering on the exploitation of the No-Maj essence. How dare they?

Wand out and with half a mind to blast away an empty seat, she pointed her wand to her eyes to remove the owl ones and return them to her own. She could certainly use an ice pack to cool the burn now lingering there from the prolonged usage and they were watering a bit as a result. But she would deal with such affairs later.

Normal eyes not surveying the stands for her Headmistress (or the Hogwarts one) or anyone she could formally rage at, they instead fell upon Kyle and a rare smile graced her features. Rare and incredibly subtle unless one knew what they were looking for.

And what was she meant to do with this plastic bottle in her hand?