And with that, he decided that was enough practicing. He knew more or less what he'd do during the competition. He just had to hope the spells would work. If not...well, he'd just have to hope he wouldn't run off crying like the first year. He sighed at that thought. That really had not been his proudest moment.

He strode off to where the competition was taking place. He felt he was ready, perhaps for the first time.

-exit Zevruu-

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