Dora had been on the verge of throwing a tantrum at the mere volume of nonsense going on around her. But she didn't have the energy, first off, and secondly, she was still not sure what in the name of Merlin's Saggy Trousers was going on. Being distracted had that effect on people. Ahem.

What she could glean, once she plopped down and merely LISTENED, was that Valerie had done something to Aurora... or someone else... and there was shouting and that infernal cheerleader. Who DID that? Why was that a thing? Dora diverted her attention from Sam to the cheerleader long enough to yell, "Oi! Give it a rest, please!" But she was not sure that she would even be heard over the madness that was going on. And to be honest, she didn't care one way or the other.

But while she was glancing that way... her eyes fell on the Healer. WHY was he just standing there like he didn't have a job to do? Like seriously... couldn't he see that most everyone was having a meltdown? She was not going to voluntarily take a Hogwarts prepared potion herself, but likely someone else would... and needed to. Or perhaps just some support would be nice. For some adult to show that they cared about the mental state of the children under their care... that would be lovely. The fact that they all stood there and watched them made Dora feel as though not a one of them cared. Also she felt as though their actions were invalidating their feelings... and NO ONE deserved that. Alas... Hogwarts had a funny way of running.

And before she could think much more on that... the Headmistress appeared. Well she looked like a glowing ray of sunshine and warmth and caring... NOT! What was up with that?

But then the scores went up...

And Dora literally LAUGHED.

Like totally belly laughed. A guffaw if you will. It was such a relief. Or it was the exhaustion mingling with a little shock. But whatever the reason... she thought that Brent Westwood scoring higher than Valerie Gray was the funniest thing she had ever heard of. No offense to Brent, of course. But yeah. This was... alright by her. Her being eliminated. She always knew that Astronomy and Arithmancy were not her strongest points... nor was dealing with the cold. She hated the cold. Always preferred the sunshine. Not that Scotland had much in the way of that.

But her thoughts were wandering.

Her eyes flitted over to Levi and she spared him a small smile and an incline of the head. She was hoping he could pull it out and win the whole thing now. If she couldn't win, he was the only other option. And she hoped to convey with a look that she did want to speak to him. Perhaps later in the common room. But for now... it was definitely time to go.


"Well we aren't eating anything from here... or prepared from anywhere in the castle. I bet the Groundsdude will give us some food. I trust him," she said as she pushed up out of the seat and shrugged. "And you know I don't need a trophy, plaque, or scholarship to tell me how bad bottomed I am. And I surely feel better knowing that I am done with the morally reprehensible mess that is this competition. They can have it and I am going to sleep just fine at night about it."

And she needed a coat or something. Her charms had started to wear off and she was still missing one sleeve. Ugh. The things she did for her friend.