Logan took a steadying breath as she looked about her workstation. I can do this, the young blonde told herself before remembering that she wasn’t young – not really. Some of her opponents weren’t yet seventeen.

Okay, so she was nervous…and really, really wanted to do well. The should-have-been-hufflepuff wanted nothing more than to simply congratulate everyone on entering into the competition…and, well, she really wanted to ask everyone what they loved so much about cooking…for her, it was how everything combined. The sheer act of creating art that people could eat and enjoy. I wonder if my friends came to watch? She thought for a second before glancing back down at her station and starting to clean all of her tools.

We don't have time to think about the audience, or that there is an audience. She told herself before taking another steadying breath.