Having made it to the final round of the tournament, Iphigenia knew well that she had a choice to make.

Genia drew her wand out once again, wanting every advantage she could assemble. This was not class, or even an examination, where one's successes and failures faded away beyond the castle walls. There were spectators here, and their impression of her performance here would inform her success out there, amongst society. 

Transfiguration was by far her area of expertise, where she was most likely to successfully execute her efforts, but with an animagus transformation off the table, charms and illusion, she thought, had greater opportunity to impress. Should she take the risk, the debutante wondered, and risk being bested by Matilda Farris? Genia did not think she could stomach it. Miss Lycoris, fine, but Matilda Farris?

Of course, playing it safe could be its own risk.

An illusion, then, she decided. The witch began the workings to create the illusion of a dome of night sky, replete with true constellations.