SHE. WAS. MAD.

Like seriously mental. But she wanted to do it. She wanted to prove that she wasn't just some Blonde and that her OWL's were a fluke or whatever.

But her main priority? She didn't want to die. Not at all. There were too many people she would leave behind. All of her loved ones. Not only the people IN Hogwarts but the ones outside too. But at least if she did perish, she would go out doing something worthwhile yes?

Trix was old enough though. She was born May 2056 and would be turning 17 that year. So that made her perfectly eligible didn't it? She would be able to cross the line without any trouble at all. She practically stood there staring for a while at the the Goblet, debating over whether she wanted to do it or not, a piece of paper held firmly up in her hand. Her name and School imprinted on it with black ink, the handwriting clear and neat from her Quill.

She took one weary step forward and she had crossed the line, walking slowly forward to the Goblet, which was very pretty might she add, and dropped her name down into the fire. Then turned and made her way back out of the age line.

MAD!