"Good luck," she murmured to her sister, giving Callista's hand one last, affectionate squeeze before moving to stand about as far from the elder Adebayo as she could get. Iphigenia loved her sister, but was also resolved to win.

She was not the only young lady to cast a patronus, but knew that the corporeal hyena she had accomplished in time for her N.E.W.T. examinations would, if properly executed, certainly stand out from the crowd. Standing out had always been something the fresh debutante had relished, so long as she was not out too far.