Elon always participated in competitions. He was addicted to the rush of adrenaline associated with them. He didn't play so much to win, as to experience the excitement of competing.

He was in the same group as Elijah's cousin, Sebastian. Surprisingly, Miss Dawson wasn't competing at all. He scanned the audience for her. There was an urge inside of him to do well, if he would be watching...

The calming draught wasn't the sort of potion Elon held in high regard. He enjoyed the more flamboyant ones.

He finished first, but his station was also among one of the messiest. He had never been especially good at organisation, as his thoughts reced too quickly to catch everything up.

He raised his hand and waited for inspection.

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