The day of the first task of the Triwizard Tournament had arrived. The levels of excitement were high in the audience and amongst most of the champions. Except for a certain silvery grey-eyed girl in the tent where she and the other so called champions were being held, who was just feeling annoyance and boredom. The annoyance was mostly because of the sheer amount of noise from the arena, but also because of the ant she shared an insignificant magical link with was staring at her suspiciously. Something that was really starting to turn from annoyance into irritation.
The boredom on the other hand was there simply because the Infinite Demi-Dragon Goddess was bored, not that her being bored was anything new. In order to do something about the boredom and satisfy her minor curiosity (if only for a moment) on the why the ant had been staring at her, she used a spell of the small and frankly quite pathetic Wizarding World that she had taken upon herself to learn, mostly out of boredom and curiosity but also gain an upper hand for possible future negotiations. And that spell was the Legilimency-probe, a spell that allowed the caster to stealthily read the surface-thoughts of the victim. A very illegal spell… not that Blake cared as she wasn't a part of the Wizarding World as far as she was concerned. Unfortunately the quick scan of the ant's mind didn't give the Demi-Dragon Goddess any satisfying answers. At most, the ant's thoughts could be summarized as those of nervousness about the first task and discomfort originating from being in the same space as the overwhelmingly powerful of the individual that was Blake herself, something that made her face twitch in a mix between satisfaction and annoyance, which she didn't act upon out of a sense of pride and responsibility, viewing it as something petty and beneath her status as the Infinite Demi-Dragon Goddess.
Anyway, due to not getting any satisfying answers, Blake just shrugged it off in disappointment. As she shifted her attention elsewhere, both she and the other so called champions noticed a group of adults entering the tent, and started telling the bugs to present their wands, though Blake stopped paying attention when they said the word wand. And when they turned their attention towards Blake after going over the bugs' wands, who just stared at them with a barely raised eyebrow. Apparently they wanted her to present her own wand, something that she neither had nor needed.
"Well Miss Potter, are you going to present your wand?" Asked the apparent wandmaker, who was the one who inspected the wands.
"How many times do I need to tell you bugs? My name is Ouroboros. Blake Ouroboros. Not Potter." Deadpanned Blake with an eye twitching rather wildly in irritation. This was something that she had found more than a little irritating, as (as far as she was concerned) her name was Blake Ophis Ouroboros and not Potter. The fact that her irritation was showing this much despite her detached and rather apathetic nature only showed just how irritated she was. The relative fact that it's very difficult to tell the state of her emotions in general outside of barely noticeable shifts in tone and expression with the occasional twitch of the eyebrow, eye or lip in the first place spoke volumes about it. "And for your information, bug, I don't need a pathetic wand and therefore don't have one. Now get to the point of this… task, before I get… upset." The entire tent shifted uncomfortably at the glare Blake sent towards the adults.
"I think the best course of action is doing what she says." Said Fleur suddenly, drawing attention to herself. As everyone turned their attention towards the termite, it revealed that she was in a state of cold sweat, which was something that confused most of the others. "Trust me when I say that upsetting her isn't something you wanna do."
"Tsk. I'll find the caterpillar and try to enjoy the show. I'll return when it's my turn." Stated Blake, still clearly irritated. And with that said, she created a magic circle underneath her feet and teleported out of the tent, assumingly to a seat next to someone, who had caught her interest, in the audience.