"I'm a Sixth year, I am taking Nineteen subjects, I fix this school up, I mend broken books, I make Potions and Spells for Madam Pomfrey to use. I. Do. Allot." Alani snapped, a strong gust of wind slammed all the windows open, shattering the glass, cold gusts of rain speckled wind shot through the broken windows. "I really don't want to be here, I don't want the glory this gives me, just let me go." she begged. McGonagall was agitated about Alani's current condition. "It is a magical contract, we cannot sign you out of it." Mr Crouch said. "Fine... Then if me or Harry win, the money gets split between Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, so there is no unfairness. Can I go now?" Alani forced Artemas and Mattheo off her, she hugged her stomach with her arms. "Yes, go. McGonagall go with her." Dumbledore could see Alani's hands shaking, she was about to have a panic attack.