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Jesus Rodriguez 
With the change in weather, Jesús Rodríguez found himself adopting a different sort of attitude. There was something to be said for a five-way tie for second place. What that something was, Jesús didn't actually know. He was grateful that he'd made it out of that forest relatively unscathed (save for the permanent memory of his utter humiliation,) and was also quite pleased that most of the competitors from Ilvermorny still remained. The only competitor from Hogwarts that Jesús actually was wary of (in terms of skill, determination, and the like) was Levi Kenning. There was something about him that suggested that there was more to him than he let on.
Still, Jesús wouldn't stand for Ilvermorny suffering defeat at the hands of their host school, so he would work diligently to see to it that he at least made it to the final round. He wasn't actually competitive enough to want to beat out his peers, and would actually have been satisfied for any number of them (really, Valerie or Kyle) to win. Thoughts of the competition continued to plague him, so the sixth year found himself wandering around, trying to sort things out. He wound up in the courtyard; and, after tearing himself away from his thoughts, briefly, the Thunderbird found an unoccupied bench and sat down. Tugging his scarf a little closer around his neck, Jesús continued tinkering away in his mind, going over things he said or should've said many times over.
And, because he was a glutton for mentally and emotionally punishing himself, he thought about the events immediately following the end of the first challenge. Jesús also thought about what he could've done better and how he should've reacted quicker. Which brought him to think about Valerie, and how they really needed to talk about the situation (although, Jesús wasn't really sure what kind of situation it was,) and how to move past it.
Features peppered with beads of sweat she had not bothered to dry after some self imposed training down at the lake, Valerie made her way back towards the castle. And to perhaps sample some more of this foreign cuisine the Hogwarts house elves seemed more than eager to indulge her curiosity with. It had been a little too heavy for her delicate stomach, but even she would admit that the sampling of Welsh rarebit she had received the other day had been (for lack of a better word) delicious.
Not taking in her surroundings as she moved, she made a point not to acknowledge
Jesus as he sat in his usual pensive position with that curious sheen covering his eyes. Instead she preoccupied herself with wrapping the black scarf in her hand around her neck and moving towards yet another vacant bench a little distance away from the one he sat upon. Which was the only reason she noticed
Levi Kenning and the
Cassandra engaging in casual conversation.
Rather than engage in conversation with anyone in particular, she elected to engage in a different manner. Flourishing her wand, a blue jet of light shot out of it and enveloped a nearby rock and transfigured it into a labrador that soon went bounding off eagerly towards the Thunderbird. If she was lucky (and the magicked creature able to understand her intent) it would pee on his foot. Just for a bit of foreshadowing, perhaps.