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Lissy Longbottom · 11-06-2020, 01:55 AM

Truthfully, Gabi wasn't that surprised that most of the first years were opting out of entering. After all, she had asked if they would enter the tournament as they were now - not in a hypothetical "well if you were 17" sort of way. And their reasoning was sound! She probably wouldn't have entered at the age of 11 or 12 either. Probably.

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

Despite Claudine’s out-of-the-box thinking not being the exact answer Reccard was looking for, she was still pleased with herself for coming up with it. She then proceeded to make her notes, thinking how interesting the Tournament had progressed to adjust from one student from each School to four each.

Even more interesting was the activity Reccard had thought up. Claudine eyed the Goblet and the flame which was now burning brighter. Obviously this was not a real tournament so she supposed there was no harm entering. Had it been a real one, and she was of age, the Snakette would have passed. There were goals that she wanted to achieve before dying and unfortunately, they couldn’t be achieved if she died an untimely death.

When her Head of House called on her, Claudine indicated that she would like to enter her name. The reason? “I trust in my capabilities in terms of my spell work and mentality. Plus, I’d like to see if this Goblet decides that I’m worthy.’’ Of course, she didn’t need a Goblet or anyone to deem her worthy of anything. Claudine was quite confident about herself and didn’t need any validation.

Claudine wrote her name on the parchment Reccard had with her then dropped it into the Goblet.

Once the parchment had been dropped into the goblet, the flame burned just a bit brighter as it accepted the first entry from the young Slytherin.

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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

"I'm for sure putting my name in, Professor." There were lots of reasons for this, some of them having to do with wanting to make her family proud, live up to their name. There was more to it than that, though. "Sometimes the best experiences are the ones you're scared to try at first. This tournament has some scary elements, but it's also exciting and you get to show what you can do, maybe even surprise yourself. 'Course I want to try." She offered a smile and put her name in, curious to see just who would be getting selected.

What a Gryffindor answer! The goblet glowed brightly as the flames ate up the parchment, accepting her entry.

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

"That's... what I said," Phoebe gave the professor a little sulk when she misunderstood Phoebe's response. Did she really not see that Phoebe's answer amounted to the same thing? Friendship building ra-ra-ras. Same same.

She was a little horrified that the first few students refused to put their names into the faux!goblet, but luckily Big Head Claudine and Best Fren Cece stepped up to the challenge. Granted, those first few were ickles, and Phoebe had been embarrassed by her lack of spell ability at that age. So. She'd stop being horrified and just be resigned.

When it was her turn, Phoebe approached the goblet and carefully wrote her name on a slip of parchment. "I'm going to put my name into the goblet because I'd like a chance to be a champion. I don't know if I'm the most deserving and I don't know if I could win a whole tournament, but it would be great to be able to try, right?"

Phoebe was being humble, and the Goblet appreciated that, accepting her entry without hesitation.

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Josh really hadn't much to add to the previous discussion and his thoughts had fallen in line with those who had mentioned Voldemort. Could hardly blame the tournament for that as a Dark wizard was likely to show up anywhere and do whatever. That wasn't a Hogwarts issue or a tournament issue, just like the storm last year wasn't a Hogwarts issue. It was, well, just a wizarding world issue. So...yeah...anyway...

Remaining quiet during the whole ordeal and sort of zoning in and out of discussion while Professor Recard lectured, Josh found himself staring at the Goblet of Fire and just...picturing what pops would say should the tournament return to Hogwarts while he was still here. Sure, being a professional quidditch player and champion seeker was all the man had ever pampered him for...but there was no doubt in his mind just how much the man would have pushed and trained him up at the mere prospect of being selected as a Triwizard Champion. Ironically, Josh was just pondering over whether or not he himself had any aspirations for entering or if he would have been begrudgedly offering his name...when it was announced that that was exactly what they would be doing. Optional, of course, but it was still there. Without the pressure and without the expectation.

So...would he?

One thing he did not like about this activity was that they had to vocalize intentions...sell themselves and in front of all of their peers. Josh the Jock could do that all day...but Josh the Jock was not...Josh. More and more these days it was becoming difficult to hide this fact. So when his name was called...he felt his stomach knot and he had a split second to decide who he was going to be today. Was he going to be Josh the Jock, the almost seventeen year old hand groomed practically from the womb to be a professional quidditch player with his life and wants outlined and dictated for him by pops? Or did he want to be Joshua Alphonse Miller, the almost 17 year old who had self taught himself three musical instruments in secret and indulged in his true passion of music and the theatre when pops wasn't looking and who was, slowly, beginning to take control of his own destiny and through with playing by the rules of someone else's game.

Too late for second-guessing...too late, well, no. It wasn't quite too late for him to stop and he ought to. He'd never hit the notes that song demanded, it just was not in his range.

AnYwAy.

Before he really registered he had done it, he had a slip of paper and his name was written on it. This was entirely too much thinking for a simply activity. Entirely too much.

Did he REALLY have to speak aloud and tell her why? If the Goblet of Fire could supposedly sense intent...wasn't that enough?

"I don't...I don't really care about being a champion," says somewhat defeatedly, as though making a true soul wrenching confession. Which...he was...but not about this pseudo tournament. This went deeper than that. "I mean that...I don't care about the bling...or the titles...er...no offense to the Goblet here..." Trying to stay on track here. Obviously talking about being selected as a Champion here. Nothing else. Obviously. Yes. "What I have is resourcefulness and work ethic ... passion and drive. I'm good at spellwork...but I also don't believe that being good cuts it. Being good at something doesn't make you the best version of yourself, just being good isn't pushing yourself. Scrappy and reflex would probably describe any tactic I'd throw into the tournament...but more than a test of abilities...I see this as a test of mindset...and I know I've got that. I'm a fighter...and, well, I'm not putting my name in here so my name would be on a plaque or something in the Trophy Room here at Hogwarts for eternal glory or whatever is preached about the Goblet...I'm putting my name in...for myself." He had sort of zoned out while he was talking, thinking about pops. Thinking about how nice it would be to stick it to him and do something for himself and his own self validation for once that was recognized by others...knowing that pops hadn't touched it... "Uh...I rambled. Sorry. Uh. Here..." And then the Gryffindor quickly tossed his little piece of paper into the blue flames and, with a sheepish glance back at the woman, hurried back to his own seat.

This was fine. Cool. Cool cool cool.

Personal growth was a perfectly valid reason to join the challenge. The goblet's flame crackled slightly as Josh's parchment was eaten up by the goblet, and after a second or two it was obvious it had accepted the entry.

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Originally Posted by Ginevra

Fiona thought for a moment, deliberating on if she really wanted to put her name in the faux Goblet of Fire. "I am going to put my name in. I like to have the chance to try and prove my prowess in a mental and magical/physical sense. I set my mind to tasks and I do believe I have a decent work ethic...or is that ethos? Anyway..."

Fiona wrote down her name on one of the pieces of parchment that Professor Recard had with her and dropped in the fake goblet before returning to her seat.

Ethic? Ethos? Didn't matter - the goblet glowed brightly as the parchment was dropped inside.

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Originally Posted by mellamaet

Serena hmmed thoughtfully, did she want to be a Hogwarts champion? Did she want eternal fame, riches and recognition beyond her wildest dreams? Not really? And she didn't need a flaming goblet to tell her that she was worthy - or unworthy of something.

But, she did want the chance to prove herself. To provide that she was a great witch of her own merit. She wasn't all blonde hair and apple pies. Nope, she was a very capable witch, she knew that - but she wanted the world to know that too.

"I'd definitely enter" Serena finally answered decisively. Ripping off a piece of her parchment, she wrote her name down with a flourish. She then stood up, and carefully tossed her name into the goblet. Please pick me.

Although the Slytherin hadn't given a long winded explanation, the goblet could sense she was in it for the right reasons, and immediately accepted her entry.

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

This had to be some kind of trick question. Would she put her name into the goblet? OF COURSE she would. She was Emmerson Cambridge, there was basically nothing she couldn't do....except pay attention for most of History of Magic class, apparently.

Emm had blanked entirely until she heard they could actually use the one there. If the professor had mentioned that when she said they could drink from it, maybe the first year would've had a better idea of what was going on in class right now. As it stood, it didn't matter. She quickly scribbled her name on paper and headed up.

"Count me in!" Emm enthused, a bounce in her step as she approached the goblet.

"I'm already a champion so I qualify by d e f a u l t~" Name right in. "I don't really care about all that new security stuff or whatever. I'd win even if they didn't make changes. I dunno if you know this Mr. Goblet--can I call you Gobbie?--I dunno if you know this, but I'm a winner no matter what I do." Not for a second did she think the cup would reject her name. No one rejected Emmerson Nicole Justine Cambridge.

There was no doubt, no hesitation. She was ready.

The Goblet's blue flame sputtered a bit as Emmerson dropped her piece of parchment in to the goblet. For a second or two, it looked like it might accept the entry...

A moment later, the folded up piece of parchment spat back out at Emmerson. Whoops. Perhaps if she re-evaluated her definition of humility, she would have a better chance...

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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy

Heath listened intently, jotting down careful notes as Professor Recard talked. It was interesting to learn about the new safety measures implemented for the 2072 Triwizard Tournament! Although the emphasis on problem solving and ban of dangerous creatures eased his mind somewhat, he still didn’t think he was cut out to be a Triwizard champion. If there was one thing that he’d learned in his time at Hogwarts, it was that no safety measure was foolproof! While he may not die in a Triwizard Tournament, there was still a lot of potential for things to go wrong. He could wind up with a lost limb or eye, facial scars, or any manner of permanent damage that could cost him his acting ambitions. It wasn’t a risk he was willing to take!

As he waited for his name to be called, Heath watched his classmates go up one by one. He was certain he’d refuse to enter… until he saw Claudine put her name in. That… complicated things. If this was a real Triwizard Tournament, he would have no choice but to enter his name in hopes that he’d be chosen instead of her. Was that even possible to get the Goblet to trade a name for a name? If there were multiple champions from each school, at least there was a chance he’d be chosen alongside her… but were the champions allowed to work together? Only one way to find out! He raised his hand and said, “Professor, if there are multiple champions from each school, are they allowed to work as a team in the challenges? Say, all four of the Hogwarts champions working together…” Did that question make any sense?

An interesting question! Gabi nodded at Heath in response. "Yes, there have been instances of students working together, not only in the last tournament when there were multiple representatives per school, but other students from different schools have been known to team up as well," she added. Harry and Cedric had teamed up in the 1994 tournament as well - and unfortunately it had been Cedric's undoing.

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Still being a little embarrassed by her slip up earlier, Kiz sat quietly for the rest of Professor Recard's explanation. Her eyes occasionally wandered over to the best friend sat beside her and then to Phoebe when she declared that she'd be entering her name.

Um. No.

Kizzy immediately knew that she wouldn't be entering her name. It wasn't because she didn't think she was smart enough (she knew she was) or because she wasn't good at spellwork yet (she was terrible and it was the worst). But.... Emm, Cece, and Fifi would make much better champions. She'd much rather be on the sidelines cheering them on. Even the thought of being champion exhausted her a little bit. So when her turn came around, she used her quiet voice to explain. "Professor Recard? Can I put someone else's name in?"

So.......... It ended up being more of a question than it was an explanation, but the idea had JUST come to her! If she could write down Emm or Phoebe's name then they'd have a higher chance of getting picked, right? It was genius. Her best idea ever. Nevermind the fact that this wasn't for a real tournament. It still felt equally important. Pheebs and Emm were so excited to enter. They deserved to get picked.

Gabi smiled at her and shook her head. "No, unfortunately you're not able to enter on someone's behalf. Remember, if they get picked they HAVE to compete, and you're taking away their right to choose if they want to compete or not by entering for them," she explained. Plus, the Goblet would imediately reject any entry made in someone else's name. The fact that it hadn't when Harry had been entered was due to the tampering from Crouch.

"Keep your answers coming, people, we have plenty of room for more entrants!" she called out to the class.

OOC: Keep it going everyone! You have about 20ish hours still to get your mini activity done if you have not done so already!

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Lissy Longbottom Giant Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Ferrix: GMT-6 Posts: 56,908 Hogwarts RPG Name: Moritz Schultz (#0f667e) Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nancy Schultz (#ac6f77) Hufflepuff Fourth Year x11 x1	curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - chicken emoji - probably @ Disney - I speak dog Truthfully, Gabi wasn't that surprised that most of the first years were opting out of entering. After all, she had asked if they would enter the tournament as they were now - not in a hypothetical "well if you were 17" sort of way. And their reasoning was sound! She probably wouldn't have entered at the age of 11 or 12 either. Probably. Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Despite Claudine’s out-of-the-box thinking not being the exact answer Reccard was looking for, she was still pleased with herself for coming up with it. She then proceeded to make her notes, thinking how interesting the Tournament had progressed to adjust from one student from each School to four each. Even more interesting was the activity Reccard had thought up. Claudine eyed the Goblet and the flame which was now burning brighter. Obviously this was not a real tournament so she supposed there was no harm entering. Had it been a real one, and she was of age, the Snakette would have passed. There were goals that she wanted to achieve before dying and unfortunately, they couldn’t be achieved if she died an untimely death. When her Head of House called on her, Claudine indicated that she would like to enter her name. The reason? “I trust in my capabilities in terms of my spell work and mentality. Plus, I’d like to see if this Goblet decides that I’m worthy.’’ Of course, she didn’t need a Goblet or anyone to deem her worthy of anything. Claudine was quite confident about herself and didn’t need any validation. Claudine wrote her name on the parchment Reccard had with her then dropped it into the Goblet. Once the parchment had been dropped into the goblet, the flame burned just a bit brighter as it accepted the first entry from the young Slytherin. Quote: Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow "I'm for sure putting my name in, Professor." There were lots of reasons for this, some of them having to do with wanting to make her family proud, live up to their name. There was more to it than that, though. "Sometimes the best experiences are the ones you're scared to try at first. This tournament has some scary elements, but it's also exciting and you get to show what you can do, maybe even surprise yourself. 'Course I want to try." She offered a smile and put her name in, curious to see just who would be getting selected. What a Gryffindor answer! The goblet glowed brightly as the flames ate up the parchment, accepting her entry. Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin "That's... what I said," Phoebe gave the professor a little sulk when she misunderstood Phoebe's response. Did she really not see that Phoebe's answer amounted to the same thing? Friendship building ra-ra-ras. Same same. She was a little horrified that the first few students refused to put their names into the faux!goblet, but luckily Big Head Claudine and Best Fren Cece stepped up to the challenge. Granted, those first few were ickles, and Phoebe had been embarrassed by her lack of spell ability at that age. So. She'd stop being horrified and just be resigned. When it was her turn, Phoebe approached the goblet and carefully wrote her name on a slip of parchment. "I'm going to put my name into the goblet because I'd like a chance to be a champion. I don't know if I'm the most deserving and I don't know if I could win a whole tournament, but it would be great to be able to try, right?" Phoebe was being humble, and the Goblet appreciated that, accepting her entry without hesitation. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Josh really hadn't much to add to the previous discussion and his thoughts had fallen in line with those who had mentioned Voldemort. Could hardly blame the tournament for that as a Dark wizard was likely to show up anywhere and do whatever. That wasn't a Hogwarts issue or a tournament issue, just like the storm last year wasn't a Hogwarts issue. It was, well, just a wizarding world issue. So...yeah...anyway... Remaining quiet during the whole ordeal and sort of zoning in and out of discussion while Professor Recard lectured, Josh found himself staring at the Goblet of Fire and just...picturing what pops would say should the tournament return to Hogwarts while he was still here. Sure, being a professional quidditch player and champion seeker was all the man had ever pampered him for...but there was no doubt in his mind just how much the man would have pushed and trained him up at the mere prospect of being selected as a Triwizard Champion. Ironically, Josh was just pondering over whether or not he himself had any aspirations for entering or if he would have been begrudgedly offering his name...when it was announced that that was exactly what they would be doing. Optional, of course, but it was still there. Without the pressure and without the expectation. So...would he? One thing he did not like about this activity was that they had to vocalize intentions...sell themselves and in front of all of their peers. Josh the Jock could do that all day...but Josh the Jock was not...Josh. More and more these days it was becoming difficult to hide this fact. So when his name was called...he felt his stomach knot and he had a split second to decide who he was going to be today. Was he going to be Josh the Jock, the almost seventeen year old hand groomed practically from the womb to be a professional quidditch player with his life and wants outlined and dictated for him by pops? Or did he want to be Joshua Alphonse Miller, the almost 17 year old who had self taught himself three musical instruments in secret and indulged in his true passion of music and the theatre when pops wasn't looking and who was, slowly, beginning to take control of his own destiny and through with playing by the rules of someone else's game. Too late for second-guessing...too late, well, no. It wasn't quite too late for him to stop and he ought to. He'd never hit the notes that song demanded, it just was not in his range. AnYwAy. Before he really registered he had done it, he had a slip of paper and his name was written on it. This was entirely too much thinking for a simply activity. Entirely too much. Did he REALLY have to speak aloud and tell her why? If the Goblet of Fire could supposedly sense intent...wasn't that enough? "I don't...I don't really care about being a champion," says somewhat defeatedly, as though making a true soul wrenching confession. Which...he was...but not about this pseudo tournament. This went deeper than that. "I mean that...I don't care about the bling...or the titles...er...no offense to the Goblet here..." Trying to stay on track here. Obviously talking about being selected as a Champion here. Nothing else. Obviously. Yes. "What I have is resourcefulness and work ethic ... passion and drive. I'm good at spellwork...but I also don't believe that being good cuts it. Being good at something doesn't make you the best version of yourself, just being good isn't pushing yourself. Scrappy and reflex would probably describe any tactic I'd throw into the tournament...but more than a test of abilities...I see this as a test of mindset...and I know I've got that. I'm a fighter...and, well, I'm not putting my name in here so my name would be on a plaque or something in the Trophy Room here at Hogwarts for eternal glory or whatever is preached about the Goblet...I'm putting my name in...for myself." He had sort of zoned out while he was talking, thinking about pops. Thinking about how nice it would be to stick it to him and do something for himself and his own self validation for once that was recognized by others...knowing that pops hadn't touched it... "Uh...I rambled. Sorry. Uh. Here..." And then the Gryffindor quickly tossed his little piece of paper into the blue flames and, with a sheepish glance back at the woman, hurried back to his own seat. This was fine. Cool. Cool cool cool. Personal growth was a perfectly valid reason to join the challenge. The goblet's flame crackled slightly as Josh's parchment was eaten up by the goblet, and after a second or two it was obvious it had accepted the entry. Quote: Originally Posted by Ginevra Fiona thought for a moment, deliberating on if she really wanted to put her name in the faux Goblet of Fire. "I am going to put my name in. I like to have the chance to try and prove my prowess in a mental and magical/physical sense. I set my mind to tasks and I do believe I have a decent work ethic...or is that ethos? Anyway..." Fiona wrote down her name on one of the pieces of parchment that Professor Recard had with her and dropped in the fake goblet before returning to her seat. Ethic? Ethos? Didn't matter - the goblet glowed brightly as the parchment was dropped inside. Quote: Originally Posted by mellamaet Serena hmmed thoughtfully, did she want to be a Hogwarts champion? Did she want eternal fame, riches and recognition beyond her wildest dreams? Not really? And she didn't need a flaming goblet to tell her that she was worthy - or unworthy of something. But, she did want the chance to prove herself. To provide that she was a great witch of her own merit. She wasn't all blonde hair and apple pies. Nope, she was a very capable witch, she knew that - but she wanted the world to know that too. "I'd definitely enter" Serena finally answered decisively. Ripping off a piece of her parchment, she wrote her name down with a flourish. She then stood up, and carefully tossed her name into the goblet. Please pick me. Although the Slytherin hadn't given a long winded explanation, the goblet could sense she was in it for the right reasons, and immediately accepted her entry. Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo This had to be some kind of trick question. Would she put her name into the goblet? OF COURSE she would. She was Emmerson Cambridge, there was basically nothing she couldn't do....except pay attention for most of History of Magic class, apparently. Emm had blanked entirely until she heard they could actually use the one there. If the professor had mentioned that when she said they could drink from it, maybe the first year would've had a better idea of what was going on in class right now. As it stood, it didn't matter. She quickly scribbled her name on paper and headed up. "Count me in!" Emm enthused, a bounce in her step as she approached the goblet. *"I'm already a champion so I qualify by d e f a u l t~"* Name right in. "I don't really care about all that new security stuff or whatever. I'd win even if they didn't make changes. I dunno if you know this Mr. Goblet--can I call you Gobbie?--I dunno if you know this, but I'm a winner no matter what I do." Not for a second did she think the cup would reject her name. No one rejected Emmerson Nicole Justine Cambridge. There was no doubt, no hesitation. She was ready. The Goblet's blue flame sputtered a bit as Emmerson dropped her piece of parchment in to the goblet. For a second or two, it looked like it might accept the entry... A moment later, the folded up piece of parchment spat back out at Emmerson. Whoops. Perhaps if she re-evaluated her definition of humility, she would have a better chance... Quote: Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Heath listened intently, jotting down careful notes as Professor Recard talked. It was interesting to learn about the new safety measures implemented for the 2072 Triwizard Tournament! Although the emphasis on problem solving and ban of dangerous creatures eased his mind somewhat, he still didn’t think he was cut out to be a Triwizard champion. If there was one thing that he’d learned in his time at Hogwarts, it was that no safety measure was foolproof! While he may not die in a Triwizard Tournament, there was still a lot of potential for things to go wrong. He could wind up with a lost limb or eye, facial scars, or any manner of permanent damage that could cost him his acting ambitions. It wasn’t a risk he was willing to take! As he waited for his name to be called, Heath watched his classmates go up one by one. He was certain he’d refuse to enter… until he saw Claudine put her name in. That… complicated things. If this was a real Triwizard Tournament, he would have no choice but to enter his name in hopes that he’d be chosen instead of her. Was that even possible to get the Goblet to trade a name for a name? If there were multiple champions from each school, at least there was a chance he’d be chosen alongside her… but were the champions allowed to work together? Only one way to find out! He raised his hand and said, “Professor, if there are multiple champions from each school, are they allowed to work as a team in the challenges? Say, all four of the Hogwarts champions working together…” Did that question make any sense? An interesting question! Gabi nodded at Heath in response. "Yes, there have been instances of students working together, not only in the last tournament when there were multiple representatives per school, but other students from different schools have been known to team up as well," she added. Harry and Cedric had teamed up in the 1994 tournament as well - and unfortunately it had been Cedric's undoing. Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Still being a little embarrassed by her slip up earlier, Kiz sat quietly for the rest of Professor Recard's explanation. Her eyes occasionally wandered over to the best friend sat beside her and then to Phoebe when she declared that she'd be entering her name. Um. No. Kizzy immediately knew that she wouldn't be entering her name. It wasn't because she didn't think she was smart enough (she knew she was) or because she wasn't good at spellwork yet (she was terrible and it was the worst). But.... Emm, Cece, and Fifi would make much better champions. She'd much rather be on the sidelines cheering them on. Even the thought of being champion exhausted her a little bit. So when her turn came around, she used her quiet voice to explain. "Professor Recard? Can I put someone else's name in?" So.......... It ended up being more of a question than it was an explanation, but the idea had JUST come to her! If she could write down Emm or Phoebe's name then they'd have a higher chance of getting picked, right? It was genius. Her best idea ever. Nevermind the fact that this wasn't for a real tournament. It still felt equally important. Pheebs and Emm were so excited to enter. They deserved to get picked. Gabi smiled at her and shook her head. "No, unfortunately you're not able to enter on someone's behalf. Remember, if they get picked they HAVE to compete, and you're taking away their right to choose if they want to compete or not by entering for them," she explained. Plus, the Goblet would imediately reject any entry made in someone else's name. The fact that it hadn't when Harry had been entered was due to the tampering from Crouch. "Keep your answers coming, people, we have plenty of room for more entrants!" she called out to the class. OOC: Keep it going everyone! You have about 20ish hours still to get your mini activity done if you have not done so already! __________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid