Since yesterday's events, Waverly's promise of putting her name in the Goblet became more than a way to please her moms.  Pure adrenaline coursed through every vein in her body; just watching from the stands.  Why had she been hesitant before?  It seemed silly that she wouldn't jump at the chance to do that.  Now she wanted it.  Needed it.  It was like something clicked in her head and now she was driven to do it: her entire existence has lead her up to this point.  Come hell or high water she will exceed in the Tournament.  This was her time to prove herself.

As she strutted through the doors of the Great Hall in dazzling fashion; her cat-like eyes trained on the Goblet, she couldn't care less who else was in the room.  Albeit a Sunday and the beginning of Fall, Waverly couldn't see a better reason to not dress up.  This is what she was destined for.  Nothing will stand in her way.  With parchment in hand; her name scribbled delicately in salmon ink, she halted inside the age line.  With one flick of her dark fingers, her name floated into the flames with such grace that could only happen with Waverly.  As she watched in delight while the flames gobbled up her name, a satisfied smirk played at her lips.

"Let the Games begin," she whispered before twirling in her frilly dress to leave.

And twice on Sunday...

It was a tail end of a saying that Corey had heard in his travels, mostly from those saying they would do such-and-such of a feat again and again if given the opportunity. Whether this was something he would say about the Tournament was to be debated. Clearly the aftermath of the First Task was still washing over Corey Gaubert. The worst of it was his encounter with the Headmistress, who was none too pleased with the Beauxbatons performance. But Corey considered that anything less than perfection was not going to be tolerated by anyone at the school, regardless of blood status or prestige.

Following the meeting, Corey found himself wandering the grounds and eventually he ended up in the Great Hall where the Goblet was stationed, pondering the situation. Would he put his name in for another task?

He settled himself in the corner just inside of the doors and proceeded to loosen a few buttons of his dress shirt as well as pull the tails out from being tucked in his pants. His casual demeanor was capped off by drawing his legs up and leaning back against the wall. He then watched some of the students come and go from the chamber to deposit their names in the goblet or to whisper about what had already transpired.

His gaze was immediately drawn to the exotic figure belonging to one Waverly Roh-Ballentyne gliding into the room. She was dressed to the hilt for a Sunday but then Corey had heard that many of the girls belonging to Slytherin didn't go anywhere without being made up well. Brow furrowed, Corey watched her carefully, attempting to determine if she belonged to that particular group that was socially conscious. The girl he had met in Hogsmeade before classes began seemed above all of that, but perhaps first impressions were just that -- first impressions.

Corey pushed himself up to stand in time to catch her before she left. He reached out to take hold of her arm as she passed. "Miss Waverly...." His voice trailed off as he remembered that they were supposed to spend their shared birth date together. Unfortunately, with how hectic things had been, those plans had fallen away. "How have you been? Did you have a nice birthday?"