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Hogwarts Secret Scandal 12

Wizard Jeopardy

Four years ago when Harry attended the Yule Ball with Parvarti Patil, he had a miserable time. He didn't want to go to another ball for the rest of his years at Hogwarts. That changed when Serena came to school and she became his date. She was so gorgeous, so graceful on her feet—sometimes. It didn't matter though if she stepped on his feet or was a little jerky. He was with the prettiest girl in Hogwarts. She looked so much like a princess that Harry almost felt unworthy to even be in her presence.

Many of the heads of young wizards turned to Serena's direction. Steven kept winking at Serena from the stage and when Serena caught his eye she buried her face into Harry's shoulder. Every time she did this it caused Harry's cheeks to turn magenta. Every so often Draco would look over at Serena. For a moment he wished he was dancing with Serena.

He did like Mina. She was gorgeous. She was flirty and fun and next to him—the best Quidditch player on the team. Why was Draco thinking about her this way when she wasn't even a pureblood? What was wrong with him?

A cute little gray kitten entered the doors of the Great Hall and peaked at the couples. 'Hmm,' she thought, 'I wonder if I'll find Darien and Serena here.'

It was a little hard for Diana to do her job with everyone noticing her and picking her up. As she went to get a closer look at the dance floor, a pair of hands grabbed her.

"Hey, I know you!" came Pansy's voice. "You're Reenie's kitten! What are you doing out here, hmm? You wanted to join the party?"

Pansy placed Diana on the table she was sitting at with Theo and petted her. Theo was reading something.

"Theo, put that stupid book down!" Pansy muttered. "This is supposed to be a party, you idiot!"

"I'm not dancing," Theo said coolly as he turned a page of his book. "I'm giving a minute for my feet to heal."

"Draco never complained," Pansy said, pulling Diana back toward her as she tried to make a break for it.

'Please,' Diana begged mentally. 'You can pet me all you want in the common room but I've got a job to do!'

"Aren't you just the cutest?" Pansy asked, turning Diana on her back and rubbing her belly. Diana purred as she looked around the room, searching for Serena and Darien.

"Yeah, I know," Theo sighed.

"I wasn't talking about you," Pansy snapped, glaring at Theodore. "I was talking about the kitten!"

Theo raised his eyes off his book. "Hey, while you've got her here, there's a hex I want to try."

Pansy gasped. "Don't you dare!" She set Diana down on the floor. "Run, Dian, run for your life!"

"I wasn't going to kill it," Theodore said lazily.

"You were going to hurt her," Pansy scowled.

Diana dodged more hands trying to grab her and pet her.

"Oh look at that cute little kitten! I wonder what it's doing here!"

"I know I'm cute," Diana whispered, "but I've got a job to do!"

She saw Serena dancing with someone dressed like Tuxedo Mask, but she was from the future and she could tell the difference between Darien and some look-alike.

"That boy may look like Darien," she meowed, "but that's definitely not him. Not tall enough…I wonder where he is?"

The cute little gray kitten pranced away from the ball and searched for Darien's classroom. Why hadn't he come to the ball yet? Was he ill? Did he have important teacher business to take care of?

--

Darien sighed as he tapped his quill against the desk. He could hear the music of the ball coming up the corridor. Why was his classroom on the same floor as the Great Hall? This music was making him hard to concentrate on his work. He could envision him there as a chaperone…or maybe just nobody…and he could blend right in. No one would know he was there. He'd take just one quick glance at Serena. He'd like to see what she dressed up as.

No. He couldn't. He shouldn't. Even if they were wearing masks, he'd still be a teacher and she'd still be a student. This was wrong but at the same time, it felt right.

Darien groaned and raked his fingers through his dark hair. What to do…what to do? As Darien leaned back in his chair, he heard the cutest meow by his feet.

"Huh?" Darien mumbled, looking down. He saw a small gray kitten with a bell collar and a golden crescent on her forehead. She looked familiar but he never had a cat before.

"Meow!" said the cat again, placing her paw on Darien's chin.

"Hello there," Darien smiled, "where did you come from?"

The kitten jumped onto Darien's lap, then onto his shoulder to lick his cheek. Darien laughed.

"Come on now," he said, "that tickles!" he pulled the kitten from his shoulder and placed her on his desk to scratch her behind the ears. He petted the kitten for a while and she paced the length of his desk. She saw Reenie's drawing of Tuxedo Mask and brushed by it. Twice. She circled around it and nudged it.

'C'mon, Darien,' Diana thought, 'look!'

Darien was looking and he was thinking just what the cat was trying to imply. Darien groaned and picked up the picture.

"Yes, one of my students drew this for me. This…man in the drawing reminds me of someone."

Diana sat on her haunches, her tail swishing.

"I guess I could go as this man," Darien said with a shrug. "But…the ball is already happening. Where am I going to get the material for this costume?"

Diana jumped onto Darien's leapt again and nudged at his wand. 'Transfigure something! You're a wizard!'

Darien set down the drawing, looking at the cat curiously. He picked her up in his hands.

"Are you trying to tell me I should go?" he asked her.

The kitten inclined her head, mewing. Darien smirked.

"I've never taken advice from a kitten before," he said. "Well, I guess animals can teach us things."

Darien looked at the drawing and sighed. "Oh, what would be the harm in going really? It's just a ball."

The kitten meowed and Darien looked at the drawing. "I'll go, just for a while. Oh, I hope I know what I'm doing."

"Harry, let's go see Fred and George," Ron said, "They've got a prize for whoever can guess the number of Bertie Botts beans in a jar."

"What?" Harry blinked, turning his eyes from his date to Ron.

"Fred and George—let's go see what they brought from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."

"Oh, right," said Harry, "Serena, you want to come with us?"

Serena spotted the treats on the refreshment table. "No thanks, Harry. I see some goodies over there with my name on it!"

"You sure?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, maybe I'll join you later," Serena said with a smile.

Harry and Ron left their dates and went to Room eleven. Hermione got a butterbeer and sat down at a table to relax her feet. Serena hurried to the refreshment table and began placing things on a saucer.

"Oh, yum!" she said. "Everything looks so good!"

She reached for a pumpkin pasty and it began to bounce away.

"Huh? Hey, come back here! Oooh, I hate fast food!"

As the pumpkin pasty neared the edge, someone grabbed it. It was Steven Star and he too was taking a little snack break.

"It looks like the food doesn't want to get eaten," he grinned as he handed her treat to her. "So what do you think of our new band name?"

"What?"

"The Shooting Stars," he said, "has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"I guess," Serena muttered.

"You do remember my name, right?"

"Sure I do, Steven," Serena said, "How can I forget when you've super stuck it to my broomstick?"

Steven picked up a plate and placed a few cookies onto it. "Oh, you should feel lucky. I've never stuck an autograph to someone's broom before. Y'know, princess, I've been watching you today. I almost didn't' recognize you."

"I'm surprised you did," Serena touched her mask. "This is a masquerade after all."

"That's true," said Steven, nodding. "But I was able to figure out who you were…after all…you do kind of stand out. You just seem like that type."

"You don't even know me," Serena muttered.

"Really?" Steven asked, leaning across the table. "I think we should probably fix that. You want to dance?"

"I'm sorry, but I had a date with me," she said.

"Really, where is he?" Steven looked up. "It's a shame a pretty girl like you to be alone."

"But I'm not," Serena insisted, "I came with Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter is your date?" he questioned.

"You've got a problem with that?"

"No," said with Steven, "I just think it's kind of cool. How we're both, famous…"

"Listen, Steven, I appreciate your asking," Serena said coolly, "but I don't think I'd be interested. Harry Potter is my partner for the ball and I want us to win that contest. We'd confuse the judges if I danced with you."

Steven gasped and put his hand to his heart, faking a heart break. "Oh! Such painful words! I fear the princess does not want to be with me!"

"Oh please," Serena groaned.

"Where is Harry?" Steven inquired. "Oh, please tell me he did not abandon you!"

"He didn't!" Serena snapped. "HE just went to go…"

"Hi, Serena," said Darien in a tuxedo, a cape, a mask and a top hat.

"Harry!" Serena gasped. "There you are! That was certainly fast. Did you lose the Every Flavor Bean contest?"

"Hmm, er, oh, no," said Darien, "no, I—er—just missed you."

Darien brought out a red rose from inside his cape. Serena gasped in surprise. She didn't expect Harry to say something like that. How could he miss her? He was gone for only five minutes. They weren't even very close. He didn't give her a rose at the beginning of their date.

"Oh, Harry—you shouldn't have," she said, "why, thank you."

Serena slid her arm around Darien's, who she thought was Harry's. She looked at Steven. "Well, I'd better get going."

"At leas I knot you're not alone," Steven said flirtatiously. "But if you want, you're welcome to come talk to me after the ball." He winked at her and Darien led Serena away from the refreshment table to dance. Serena noticed something different in the way Darien led. It was so smooth and she felt like she had danced these same steps before.

"Wow, Harry," Serena said, "did those guys teach you dance lessons?"

"What?" Darien asked.

"Er, not that you're a bad dancer," Serena said, giggling and waving her hand. "It's just that…you seem…different all of a sudden."

Darien smiled. "I guess I just learn fast."

"Yeah, that must be it."

'So,' Darien thought, 'Serena came with Harry Potter and he's wearing the same outfit. Maybe this won't be so bad after all—if I just be careful."

The song ended and Dumbledore had an announcement. "Right then, we have chosen the top three couples and we will start out trivia game."

His arms around his girlfriend, Draco looked down at Mina and grinned. She grinned back.

"I know they picked us, Mina," he said, "I saw one of the judges following us."

"Draco Malfoy and Mina Lovegood!"

"I told you!" Draco told her with a grin.

Mina squealed, jumped and hugged Draco. "We did it! We did it!"

While making out to celebrate, they blocked out the rest of what Dumbledore said.

"Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood!"

Neville Longbottom, dressed as the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz slipped off his chair. Luna, dressed as Dorothy, put her arms around him to help him up.

"Luna—what are we doing in this contest?" he asked nervously. "I look like a…a walking stuffed animal or something!"

"Maybe the judges just like lions," Luna smiled as she tapped Neville's nose. Neville began wrenching his tail nervously.

"I—I don't know any wizarding facts," he moaned, "we're going to lose!"

"Don't be silly," she told him.

Then Dumbledore announced the final couple.

"Harry Potter and Serena White!"

Mention of his rival's name, Draco pulled from his girlfriend. "What?"

Serena grinned and hugged Harry. "We've been picked for the game, Harry!"

"Er, wonderful," Darien said nervously.

This could be bad. Not that he didn't know a lot of facts—he knew quite a bit. However there could be a very bad scene if the real Harry would walk in. Darien tried to smile and he hoped Harry would take his sweet time looking at all the treasures from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

After Lavra made Martina dance with Constantine a second time, Martina's grandfather went to talk to her while she hid in a corner.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?" he asked warmly.

"Not realy," Martina muttered. "Grandfather, why did you decide to have a ball this year? You didn't when you took over Professor Karkaroff before. Why now?"

"A lot of changes for this year," Professor Oleg replied. "We're now able to have muggleborns at the school and I suppose this ball would help them feel welcome. So tell me, is there anything I should know about you and Constantine Medved?"

Martina groaned and looked away. "No! It's nothing!"

Professor Oleg looked up at the stage and then to his granddaughter, slightly chuckling. Martina felt her cheeks grow warm. This was one of the cons of having her grandfather the Headmaster of her school. It was easy for her to be embarrassed.

"I think he is a good young man. He seems to like you very much."

"Well, I don't like him!" Martina muttered.

"Then why did you come with him?"

"Because Lavra made me!" Martina scowled folding her arms. "This is so embarrassing. Grandfather, can't we talk about something else?"

"Very well, but if there is a young man in the school you fancy, dear I hope you will tell me."

"Er, right," Martina muttered. "Grandfather, you remember the proposition I made about having guests around winter?"

"Yes," Oleg said with a nod.

"And?"

"I've owled the Heads of Hogwarts and Beaxbatons the day you told me," Oleg said with a smile.

"Did you hear back from them?" Martina inquired.

"Yes, and they both think it is an excellent idea as long as we take the necessary precautions," Oleg explained. "It is very dangerous right now, with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named back to power. We will have to keep it a secret. If He or his supporters learn about this plan it can be very dangerous."

"What did you plan with the other Heads?" Martina asked interestedly and backed down a bit. "It's not another ball is it because if it is, forget the whole idea! I'm not going toanother ball with Constatine!"

Oleg chuckled. "No, my dear, it isn't going to be a ball. The other schools are already having their own Masquerade Ball this evening."

"they are?" Martina inquired. "How come?"

"I suppose the three of us wanted this year to be special," he replied.

"So, what's going to happen this winter when Beaxbatons and Hogwarts come?" Martina asked impatiently. "What are we going to do?"

"You'll hear of it in the morning, my dear."

"The morning?" Martina gasped. "But Grandfather! Why not now?"

"It will be more of a surprise when I tell you the same time as everyone else."

"Having Beaxbatons and Hogwarts over during the winter time was my idea!" Martina scowled. "you've got o tell me something!"

"Well, it will be something like the Triwizard tournament," he said thoughtfully. "Only more people from each school will compete."

"So a competition?" Martina inquired, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes."

"That sounds great!" Martina exclaimed. "When will they get here?"

"When the winter holidays start," he answered, "now I'm afraid I've told you too much already. You'll hear the rest tomorrow morning."

"Oh, all right," Martina sighed and her grandfather stood up from the table. She laughed to herself. "Oh, wow! A competition! I'm so going to win!"

The three couples assembled themselves at the front of the Great hall behind three desks. Luna and Neville were on the left, Darien and Serena in the middle and Draco and Mina on the right. There was a buzzer on each of the desks for the couple to press when they want to say the answer. A wizard in blue robes with gray hair stood behind a podeium.

"This is wizard Jeopardy! And I am your host Albert Treble," he said, "I will give the question in the form of an answer. You are to give your answers in the form of a question."

"H—how we do that?" Neville inquired.

"Just like that," Treble said lazily and Neville looked more confused. Treble cleared his throat and tapped a large screen behind him. "These are the categories. HISTORY OF MAGIC. QUIDDITCH. POTIONS. CHARMS. FANTASTIC BEASTS. HERBOLOGY."

As he said each category, instead of the word there was a picture for each category. A broomstick for Quidditch, an hourglass for History, a wand for charms, a unicorn for fantastic beasts and a plant for Herbology. Beneath each category was a number from one hundred to eight hundred.

"Neville and Luna, pick a category," said Treble.

"Er—I'll—I'll take Ch—no—Herbology!" Neville exclaimed. "Herbology for one hundred, please."

"Wuss," Draco coughed in his hand.

The number one hundred disappeared and was replaced with the answer. "This plant's scream is deadly."

Neville slammed his hand on the buzzer and it shouted, "I KNOW! I KNOW!" he shrieked in surprise.

"Neville and Luna."

"Mandrake! I mean—what is a Mandrake?"
"Correct."

Neville gasped. "I got it right! Luna, I got it right!"

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," she told him.

"I don't have wit beyond measure," Neville frowned.

"Please pick another category," said Treble.

"You pick, Luna," Neville offered.

"All right. I'll take Fantastic Beasts for two hundred."

A picture of something covered in flame replaced the slot of two hundred. "Name this creature."

Luna pressed the buzzer. "I KNOW! I KNOW!"

"What is a heliopath?" Luna stated dreamily.

"Correct."

Mina groaned and tapped her fingers across the desk. "I should've known that."

Neville and Luna continued to do well, using up all the questions for Herbology and Magical Creatures. Every time Neville got an answer right, he looked shocked and Luna said to him: "Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure." They started on the History of Magic category.

"This famous Arithmancer was the first the establish the magical properties of the number seven."

Nevile and Luna looked to each other. "I think it's…" luna said thoughtfully and darien slammed his hand on his buzzer.

"OVER HERE! I'M OVER HERE!" the buzzer shouted.

"Harry," said Treble.

"Who is Bridget Wenlock?"

"Correct."

Serena looked up at Harry. "Wow, Harry that's pretty good! You don't even take Artihmancy!"

"Yeah I did," Darien said without thinking.

"Huh?"

"I mean…I wanted to..."

"Oh."

"Pick a category."

"Your turn, Serena."

Serena looked at the board. "Let's see, Charms? For one hundred?"

"The motion for the Levitation Charm."

"I know his one!" Serena gasped as she slammed her hand on the buzzer. "OVER HERE! I'M OVER HERE!"

"Serena."

"What is swish and flick?" Serena stated with a grin.

"Correct."

"Yay!" Serena squealed, hugging Harry. "We're winning, Harry!"

Darien looked at the game board and picked the first category that met his eyes.

"Potions for eight hundred, please," said Darien nervously.

"Lavern de Montery was an inventor of this substance."

Before any of the other contestants could reach their buzzer, Mina slammed her hand on hers very hard.

"OOH ME!" the buzzer shouted in a nasal voice. "PICK ME!"

"Mi--," Trebel began.

"Love Potions!" Mina shouted. "What are love potions?"

"Correct."

Draco gasped, grabbed his girlfriend and dipped her in a tonsil tickling kiss. Some people laughed while others acted like they were going to be sick.

"Oh please," Serena muttered.

"That's my girl!" Draco said breathlessly.

"Oh, Drakey," Mina giggled. "Behave!"

Draco glared at Darien, still convinced he was Harry. "In your face, Potter!"

"You have the board now, Draco," said Treble.

"Oh, yeah, give us History of Magic for eight hundred!"

"The year Albert Waffling was born."

"Oh, crap, I know this one!" Draco groaned, straining to remember.

"OVER HERE! I'M OVER HERE!"

Draco gasped and looked at the couple next to them. "No!"

"What is 1899?"

"Correct!"

Darien grinned at Draco. "In your face, Malfoy."

"I won't let you win , Potter," Draco growled.

The game went on. Darien was getting the majority of the questions right, as he was more experiences out of the group. He and Serena in the lead and Draco and Mina were in second. Mina was getting every answer on Quidditch right while Draco was correct on the answers for History of Magic and most of the Potions. Luna and Neville were not too far behind Mina and Draco. Neville looked nervous but he was eventually becoming more relaxed and Luna looked as dreamy as she always had. Sometimes Hermione Granger would try to shout the answer and people around her would have to shove a cookie in her mouth to keep her from giving the answer away. They then reached the end of the game. One question left. They had to write down their answer and how many points they wished to wager.

"The founder of Quodpot."

Grinning confidently, Serena wrote down, "Who is Abraham Peasegood?" and she wagered a thousand points. The music ended to notify time was up.

"All right, let's see how you did," said Treble, "Luna and Neville you wrote 'Who is Abrham Peasegood?' That is correct."

"Wow, we were right," Neville breathed but Luna looked unsurprised. Her cousin played the sport in America after all.

"And you wagered two hundred points. Harry and Serena, you wrote 'Who is Abraham Peasegood?' as well. You wagered athousand points."

"Yay!" Serena exclaimed.

"Nice work, Serena," said Darien.

"Thanks, Harry."

"And Draco and Mina, you wrote 'Who is Daisy Pennifold?' That is incorrect. I see that you've tried to correct it, haven't you?"

The name had been attempted to be crossed out but failed. The word 'cheater' was blinking around their answer.

"And you wagered three hundred points but it doesn't matter as you tried to cheat. You lose all your points."

"What?" Draco and Mina demanded.

"Serena and Harry, you win with a total of 5100 points and you both receive this gold cup of chocolate frogs."

"Oh, wow! Harry, we've won! We've won!"

"I can't believe we lost!" Draco shouted. "How could you get that wrong, Mina? I tried telling you Daisy Pennifold was wrong! She said that the Quaffle should fall more slowly, I thought you being a Chaser that you'd know that!"

"You didn't' know either, so shut up!" Mina hissed. "You made us loose all our points!"

"I did not!"

"Yes you did! You were the one who tried to change our answer after Luna and Neville went!"

As Mina and Draco argued about their defeat, Serena and Harry were given a special spotlight dance for their victory. Steven Star winked at her and mouthed, "Nice job!" at her before he began singing.

When the visions around you,
Bring tears to your eyes
And all that surround you,
Are secrets and lies
I'll be your strength,
I'll give you hope,
Keeping your faith when it's gone
The one you should call,
Was standing here all along..

And I will take
You in my arms
And hold you right where you belong
Till the day my life is through
This I promise you
This I promise you

Darien kept glancing at the doors expecting Harry to walk in. It seemed that Harry was still out of the room. Darien looked at the Shooting Stars and wondered when they were going to be finished playing. As soon as the song ended, he would have to leave before Harry came in. Darien was also surprised that Serena hadn't picked up on anything.

As Serena danced with Darien, she got a strange feeling of déjà vu. It was really strange. The way Darien danced was very different compared to Harry's style. Darien was really smooth and loose. It was as if she had danced with Darien a long time ago before.

"You did excellent in Wizard Jeopardy, Harry," Serena smiled.

"Oh, thanks, Serena," said Darien.

"How'd you know all that?"

Darien shrugged. "I suppose being friends with Hermione Granger has its advantages."

I've loved you forever,
In lifetimes before
And I promise you never...
Will you hurt anymore
I give you my word
I give you my heart (give you my heart)
This is a battle we've won
And with this vow,
Forever has now begun...

Just close your eyes (close your eyes)
Each loving day (each loving day)
I know this feeling won't go away (no..)
Till the day my life is through
This I promise you..
This I promise you..

Serena closed her eyes and laid her head on Darien's shoulder. Darien swallowed and patted her back. This felt nice but he knew it was risky. Harry could walk in at any moment. Oh why did Harry and Darien have to be wearing the same costume?

"This had been an awesome evening," Serena sighed, "I don't want it to end."

"Me neither," Darien agreed.

Over and over I fall (over and over I fall)
When I hear you call
Without you in my life baby
I just wouldn't be living at all...

Serena lifted up her head off of Darien's shoulder and looked up in his eyes, smiling. "Thank you for asking me to the ball, Harry."

"You're welcome."

"You're a good friend."

"Thank you. So are you."

And as Serena gazed into Darien's eyes, she noticed something off. The eyes looking into hers were deep blue though she knew that Harry Potter's eyes were always bright green.

"Harry, what's wrong with your eyes?" she inquired.

"My eyes?" Darien asked. "They're fine."

"But they're blue," she stated, "Did you get contacts?"

"Er, uh," Darien mumbled.

"Wait just a second here," Serena said with a frown. 'I've seen those eyes before!' she thought, remembering back to the time she had detention with Darien. He had been as looking at her with dark blue eyes…just like the ones looking at her now.

"It can't be!" she gasped.

"What's the matter, Serena?" Darien asked.

Serena reached for Darien's eye mask and pulled it off. She gasped.

"YOU! This whole time, it has been you!"

"Serena, I can explain," Darien said.

"Forget it!" She then knocked off Darien's top hat. Though Dariens' hari was also black, it wasn't untidy like Harry Potter's. There was no scar on his forehead either.

The band immediately stopped playing. Other couples stopped dancing to stare at Serena and Darien. Serena crumpled up Darien's eye mask.

"Where's Harry?" she demanded. "What've you done to him, give him detention?"

"No, I haven't done anything to Harry."

"You liar!" Serena tossed the eye mask at Darien's chest. Steven came off the stage and hurried by Serena.

"You okay, Serena?" he asked. "What's going on here?"

"I was until my so called Defense Against the Dark Art's professor kidnapped my date!" she shouted, pointing at Darien.

"Professor?" Steven glared at Darien. "What's the mater with you, mate? You're a professor! She's your student! You should get sacked for this!"

Darien gulped and backed away. "It's not what you think. I just wanted to chaperone."

"Oh, nice job there!" Steven growled. "I don't see any of the other chaperones dancing with the students, do you?"

"Hey, what's going on?" Harry inquired as he walked up on the scene. "Professor Shields?"

"Harry, there you are!" Serena cried, grabbing his arm. "I thought that Professor Shields locked you into a room or something!"

Harry looked at Darien, raising an eyebrow. "You're wearing the same costume. What just happened here?"

Serena shook her head at Darien, feeling utterly humiliated. Now she was in some real wizard jeopardy.

TO BE CONTINUED

Yeah, another cliffy! Ya'll should feel lucky. I was going to end it right when Serena pulled Darien's mask off. Thanks to Lisa for the spotlight song though I decided to make it end in the middle instead of let it go all the way through. Now I remember this song! Also thanks to Lisa and Jay for category ideas! I don't think I used them but thanks for the help anyway! Wizard Jeopardy, that sounds like fun!