Fuming, Valerie stomped her way from the blindly white holding room and finally arrived back in the stands. Masking her embarrassment with rage, Valerie looked around for an excuse (any) to throw a hex at someone or blast something in half. Where was the cheerleader? Surely she could count on that annoyance to pull the trigger?

She did not want to look at the screens. She did not want to see nor cared what the others were doing (save for a select few) and just wanted to hear the scores so she could get out of here. Maybe she would go take advantage of the Defense Against the Dark Arts training room. Blow up some dummies for real. Or had she not heard about there being an actual piano somewhere in Hogwarts castle? She had heard rumors of a room that could provide the user with what it most desperately needed. Maybe it could give her a room full of grand pianos that she could blast apart. She just needed something to relieve the tension in her body and especially her tight shoulders.

She could still taste the vomit in her mouth as well and for a fleeting moment she wished Jesus was around so she could reluctantly ask demand he give her one of those caramel candies he tended to have on his person. Smacking her lips together with disgust and brow furrowed, she waited.