Astoria Greengrass is a touch histrionic (headcase) wrote in helgashill,
Astoria and Ophelia (and whoever else wants to join this crew or jump in?)
Astoria arrived shortly before the start so she could stake out a seat with a good view. She beckoned Ophelia to sit beside her and flashed her a peek of the silver flask she'd slipped into the pocket of her robes. "To keep things interesting!" she whispered. "Also--" She held up a small chalkboard and gave it a tap with her wand, and it suddenly displayed a flashing number: 6.2. "If the judges won't score on quality, I figured we could." She passed Ophelia a chalkboard of her own and smiled to herself as she settled more comfortably into her seat. This was going to be fun!