"I don't see how this helps." Daphne watched her Hufflepuff friend delicately step over the age line. "I'd rather Diggory enter than you."
"I'm not entering this mess. I'm just trying to figure out if I'm magically of age." The line flashed red before flinging her across the room. She glared.
"...and this matters because?"
"The Trace," she grunts sketching out runes around the circle.
Daphne nods once, eyes flitting across the darkened corridor, alert to any passerbys. "What if 'Diggory' misspells his name?"
"What?"
"To void his entry? Or 'he' places duplicate slips?"
"...maybe."