Her quick quotes quill was working overtime as it tried to keep up with all the accents and clips in the room. "What will you do if you win the tournament?" she asked her when her quill finally took a breath.



"Please to meet you as well," she told him as they shook hands. Egypt stood watching the little exchange between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff champion. She would never put something like that in the paper but it was an interesting display none the less and her motherly instinct was to grab both boys by the ears and give them a stern talking to but of course she couldn't do that.

Good thing she knew enough French to keep up with the Beauxbatons students as they flowed form English to French without even realizing what they were doing. "What are your plans when you are finished with school?" She wondered if the girl would simply go into modeling.

She stepped back and smiled at him. "Mrs. Greenwood. Egypt Greenwood," she told him. They had shared a hug so the least she could do was to give him her name. Though Egypt hardly needed to exchange names with someone before she hugged them. "Everyone needs a mom hug every now and then." That was true even her daughter Paris needed them, those less than any of the other children but she still needed them. "So what will you do with the prize money if you should win?" she asked him. It wasn't all about the hugging after all.

She smiled at the girl's answer. "Well said," she told her with a slight nod of her head. Her quill quickly wrote down her answer and it gave her a slight wave when it was done. "What are you afraid of?" she asked her. It would be interesting to hear what the girl was scared of, if she were willing to admit it.


She turned to the other Beaxbatons lad as he answered her question. "So how will winning this tournament help you with your future?" she asked him.

She giggled at his assessment of his father's behavior. "Well let's hope he remembers there will be children in the stands if he comes to watch you," she mused.

She smiled as she walked up to the stony faced boy. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but where he was, and it made her smile. "This isn't your cup of tea is it?" she smiled.

She spotted the red head girl that Oliver had brought to Alexa's wedding. She wondered if they were dating or something, but she wasn't going to ask the girl that now. It was supposed to be professional right now. But she did make a beeline over to the girl who looked as if she wanted to be anywhere but in front of the press. "You can't really hide with that hair of yours you know," she smiled at the girl. "Egypt Greenwood, I believe we met when my brother-in-law brought to my best mate's wedding," she held her hand out for the girl to shake. "Does all of this make you nervous?" she asked her softly.

She shrugged. What was with all the parental issues in this room? She was glad that her and Nathan surround their children in nothing but love. "Don't you want them to cheer you own and show their support?" she asked. It was one thing to be an adult but a wholly different thing to be an island unto oneself.

Oh, see, she hadn't thought about that.

Interesting. Because her mind was only set on one thing. "Nothing in particular" she said, with a shrug, "Just get on vith other experiences, I guess" get on with her life, yes, if she didn't die. And since she wasn't, then, yes, moving along....

...in reality, what she'll do will be grinning at gaining Zitnik's approval. Because winning the tournament will get her there, wouldn't it?

"I have my friends, and Headmaster." She stated simply. "That is all the support I need." It wasn't as if her parents would show up even if they did know about the tournament.

Nikolai had gotten distracted.

It wasn't his fault. There shouldn't have been so many ladies present in one room and his lingering eyes were the reason he just could not focus on the questions.

Only when talk about photographs were mentioned did his focus return and he moved his gaze to the woman with the camera.

When was he getting his pictures taken?

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She stepped back and smiled at him. "Mrs. Greenwood. Egypt Greenwood," she told him. They had shared a hug so the least she could do was to give him her name. Though Egypt hardly needed to exchange names with someone before she hugged them. "Everyone needs a mom hug every now and then." That was true even her daughter Paris needed them, those less than any of the other children but she still needed them. "So what will you do with the prize money if you should win?" she asked him. It wasn't all about the hugging after all.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Greenwood." Fletcher smiled and put out a hand. "That's... that's.... one school of thought." His smile tightened. He did not want to open the can of worms that was his mother just now.

If he won the prize money?! What would he dooo?! "WELL," Fletcher rubbed his hands together, his eyes all big and bright at the ideas he was concocting in his mind. "I've always either wanted to own my own business or.... become a Gringotts cursebreaker." He paused to see if she was writing this down. "It's been a dream of mine ever since I stepped into that beautiful bank, but I have no idea how to go about achieving that goal."

Shrug. That's what dreams were for. Just dreaming.

This guy was very optimistic, wasn't he? "Risk and danger have always been associated with competition. I knew exactly what I was getting in to." Monique replied. Really. People wanted to focus on the fact that death had been known to happen for some reason. There were many more people that had survived than that had died. Why wasn't she asked about how she felt about that?

Monique thought for a moment. "I am not sure if there is anything that I am really 'afraid' of. There are, however, plenty of things I avoid. Like mud and heights." Especially if she was wearing heels. Both of those were a clear no-no. "But really, there is nothing wrong with being afraid of something. In fact, it is probably just your brain telling you that you cannot handle something. So, if you are afraid of it, then you avoid it." And then you don't die. Was that kid asking the questions on dieing listening?

Monique walked over to the windows and turned toward the camera. She smiled brightly with her hands on her hips. Perhaps she'd blow kisses at the camera later.

Nodding, she smiles at the young woman, "Of course." Thrilled, someone wanted to do more then just a simple pose. This was what she'd been waiting for, she loved, different angles, zooming, and all that.

Angling her camera toward Brielle, she zooms in to do a few headshots.

Her eyes following Aleksandra as she moved away from the group, Kenzie adjusts the lens to get a great shot of her. Snapping the photo, she turns the camera and snaps another one.

"Fantastic!" she says brightly after those. "Would you like additional at all, other poses?"

Aiming her camera at Monique, Kenzie zooms in a little, getting a nice close up, then returns to more at a distance. "Very nice shots, I would say." The girls were total naturals at this she thought. "Would you like more pictures done? Perhaps with your wand as well?"

Brielle smiled, not at all embrassed about she was about to say, "I plan to become a model, Cliché I know, by zat is what I 'ave wanted all my life. To travel, zee ze world, be ze face of zome of ze Best Fashion 'Ouzez in ze world." She had more than just potential, Brielle lived and breathed fashion, it was her very being, "But I alzo would like to continue my ztudiez at zome point. Pluz zhouls ze tournament, play in my favour, I would love to be a inzpiration leader for girl'z everywhere!"

Brielle knew she sounded like a Miss Universe contestant, but it was what she wanted in life.

With her attention back onto the camera, Brielle posed, like the model she was.
At first she was just rather still, her shoulder's back, her eyes intensely starring into the lens. Her eyes were able to stop a man's heart beat with a single look, Brielle was fierce as it were.

Next she took her wand in her hand, and draped her right arm over her head, so that the wand hung down beside her perfect cheekbones.

Brielle was at home in front of the camera, and she was beginning to wish one of the challenges utilised that skill.

"Oh! Absolutely!" Monique said. She crossed her arms across her front with her wand full in view. She then held her wand in front of her in a dueling position. Then she blew a few kisses at the camera with her wand in hand.

"How are these?" she asked between poses.

She nodded. That was a understandable answer. "Thank you so much for answering my questions, and good luck in the tournament." she smile and held her hand out for the girl.

Hmm, someone needed to have a therapy group in here. So many parental issues in one room. It was heart breaking for Egypt. "Yes your Headmaster seems very supportive of all of you," she didn't want to say what she was really thinking. Because one she never liked to talk ill of anyone and two she wasn't sure the Durmstrang students wouldn't freak out and get upset. And she didn't want either to happen. "Good luck and thank you," she smiled.

She took his hand and gave him a friendly shake. Trust Egypt to hug someone before a handshake. "Well I hug my children as often as I can get my hands on them. Though they are faster than they used to be," she joked. And someone of them still sought her out for hugs.

Her eyes brightened as Fletcher seemed to warm up to the idea of winning the prize money. "My niece is a cursebreaker at Gingotts. Well a junior cursebreaker anyways. She hasn't taken her final assessments yet. But if you want to become a cursebreak why don't you just ask how to apply?" she asked him simply. That seemed like a logical first step at least.

Her quill was moving furiously to keep up with the clipped French accent. She was going to have to buy a new one after this. "That seems logical," she nodded after she quill had stopped moving and took a tiny breath. "Why do you avoid mud though. I hear it has great exfoliating properties." People even paid to bath in the stuff. Egypt never found that appealing.

Though Egypt thought the girl was very pretty she would certainly want her daughters to have better role models than a model. And it was funny that her oldest daughter Paris was just as fashion obsessed as Brielle but her role model was Da Vinci. No one could understand that one, but Egypt was glad that she had chosen someone who had more going on than a pretty face. "We all have to have dreams," she stated simply. "But don't you think girls should aspire to be more than just a pretty face on a Billboard?" she knew she sounded just like her mother, but on this thing she had to admit she agreed with her mother.