Irene was silent. The smile was gone from her face as she watched the interaction. She was about to duck behind a seat if the tension got worse but then a saviour appeared. Lachlan Wheeler stepped in. Good. Good. She was so glad that he was here to break up the tension. If she had done something about it, perhaps the groups would have laughed and ignored her but Lachlan.... Lachlan was good. She made a mental note to thank him later.

Headmistress Hawthorne got up and began reading the scores. Before she started, Irene crossed her fingers, hoping that her fellow Illvermorny students would make it to the next round, especially Louise, Lachlan, and Aurora. Yes! Louise had made it through. Yay! When she heard Aurora's name being read off, she reached out and grabbed her friends arm and gave it a squeeze. Well done! Well done indeed! Aurora was going through. Hooray. Then she heard her name being read off. Her smile vanished and the girl was left gaping. That wasn't a mistake, was it? No, no, no. There had to be a mistake. She must have been dreaming. Then the Headmistress moved on to read the eliminated students. Aw Lachlan. She frowned. What to say? She was at a loss of words. She was upset. "Lachlan," she said, approaching him. Irene was about to offer him a hug but was unsure if he would take said hug so instead she resorted to touching his arm gently. She was sad that he wasn't going to be competing in the next round. Sometimes actions did speak louder than words though most of the time Irene preferred to use her words.

Turning to Aurora now, she sighed. She needed a bubblebath and maybe a handful of chocolate. She was still in shock. "Before that bubble bath and sleeping for twenty hours, can you pinch me, Aurora?"