Slow and steady, she kept telling herself. Neither pride nor her competitive nature would condone a loss.

Diligently, Tatiana set about brewing her potion, all the while relieved that she had not reached above herself to sign up for the professional bracket. Her quill had wavered when she had made the decision, but ultimately, the witch was pleased indeed not to be up against her aunt or cousin.

Several precise measurements, stirs, and thin slices later, the debutante was done. She nodded to the judge.

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