Sam held up her hands to show off her own polish. Her nails weren't as long as Dora's, no, but they were nicely filed for once and the dull colour was starting to turn to a pale blue. "Did 'em yesterday. Wish they wouldn't chip so quickly though..." Nails and wanting to do fun stuff like climb trees and help in the greenhouses apparently didn't mix.

Lowering herself down next to her friend, Sam raised an eyebrow. "Sure, they're a noisy brash lot. But so's London of an evening...'specially when you're tryna sleep. D'ya really think they're that bad?" Although if Dora's Uncle Sabel had said something, then it was probably worth taking note. She glanced briefly at the door, before softly casting 'Muffliato' on them. If nothing else, she needed the practice. "What did he say?"

A frown flickered across her face at the mention of the competition. "Because of the Muggle dummy thing?" She still hadn't managed to get her head round that. Why Muggles? And why Muggles of different ages? Surely a dementor was terrifying enough on it's own. And how did a patronus prove worth anyways?

If a patronus was needed, maybe Sam would never be worthy of such a task. She could barely manage to faintest of wisps, apparently still struggling to find the right memory.