Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd

This boy...ooooooooh this boy.
Maya glared at him, crossing her arms on her chest and waiting, just waiting to see what he would do.

And then he answered. She straightened up and turned her head, looking at the Prefect and whomever else was there to witness his stupidity -- it seemed he didn't know what rhetorical meant.

"Any longer and you might have." She glanced at the boy's foot. Oh, he might not have noticed, but Maya had. The Age Line had obviously been equipped with some strong magic. "Got any tingling sensation in your foot?" It had been on it's way to dissapear entirely. "Name. Now." Not a question, but he'd better reply to this one.

Originally Posted by Proffesor Snape

Ari knew there were people here. Of course there would be. She also knew people questioned her because she couldn't see. Ari counted to three.

One.
Two.
Three.

She thrust her chin up as soon as she pushed open the door, just as someone she trusted once told her to. In her right hand, Ari held her white cane. She wore her knee-high converse boots over gray skinny jeans, as well as a white shirt under a gray button-up shirt--not buttoned up--and her Ravenclaw tie. And, of course, her dark glasses.

She counted twenty steps before stopping, holding the cane parallel to herself when she did. Ari could hear people moving and breathing, and a few people talking. She could feel the heat from the goblet, even though she stood a good five feet away, she estimated. The age line was somewhere near, but she knew she had not crossed it. She angled her face up, fully facing the goblet.

She couldn't help but think that she would be seventeen in only a month. That she was elligable for the tournament. But maybe, she thought, that would just be going too far. Maybe there are things I just can't do. Ari stood there for a long while, knowing that the second anyone told her she couldn't, she would throw her name in, but, for now, she had to put herself in check.