She saw that look in her friend's eyes, and the Ravenclaw knew what it meant. "Why did you have to dream doing it...why not actually do it?" Didn't it rob them of the sense of achievement, from the worthiness that tournament seemed to keen on?

She didn't get to contemplate it any more though, since apparently hot, sweet, milky tea wasn't going down well. Rather, it was coming back up and into her lap.

"You coulda aimed the other way..." she said lightly, with a shake of her head. Her loyal supporter, and this was the thanks she got?! And of course, Sam had put many things in her bag for when Dora had completed the challenge, but a change of clothes for herself wasn't one of them.

Seriously though, Sam was worried. Her light tone was just concealing it. A wave of her wand sorted the liquid seeping through her jeans, and she stood up to catch the Healer's attention. "Healer Reed? I think Dora needs you!"