To say that Brielle had been pretty annoyed when she woke up to find her wand missing, was an understatement. Her first thought was that it had been that Nik Strang boy. However as she discovered it was in fact the first task, the girl turned her annoyance into steely determination.

The trek from the school into the depths of the Dark Forrest, was the perfect chance for Brielle to calm her nerves and come to turns with what was about to happen. It wasn’t really until this moment that she had fully come to understand, she was a Triwizard Champion. At first the idea had been something abstract. Now it was really.

Brielle had a small smile on her face as she approached the cave, this was her first chance to prove she was not just a pretty girl with a stick, but in fact, a powerful and determined witch……without a wand, at present.

It was truly a pit of black. A hole of gapping darkness, like an ink blotch on a previously perfect page.

Starring into the cave, Brielle momentarily lost her nerve, her hands began to shake, and her knees to give out. “contrôle-toi” she muttered, little slapping her own cheek, her words echoing away into the depths of the cave.

Breathing in deep, the girl began to walk into the cave, her steps light and cautious, all it took was a small mis-step and you had a broken ankle.
“Ouch!” she cries as a she steps on a rather sharp stone, causing her to become the slightest bit unbalanced. However the girl was a dancer - The best Ballerina in Beauxbatons, and with the use of her core strength, she regained her composer and continued on.

Dark. Silence. Her heartbeat. It’s all she can hear.