Artemis clucked her tongue in disappointment, quite hoping to drag her friend along with her forced dance to get him back for putting wings on her key again. Instead, as he went back to his seat, she quickly took the key from the minister with a muttered apology and opened a small pouch connected to her hip. One by one, the playful chess-piece sized dragons around her zipped into the sack and snuggled up to each other for a small nap. The Hippogryph she coaxed down with a flick of the wrist, before leading him outside to his chain post.

It was a moment before the spunky red head jogged back into the main hall, her hair finally pinned up and looking fresh, though there was a slight twitch at the pouch on her hip. Thus hinting that she had refrained from putting her dragons in their rightful spot. Her wand was gone, in place a small flower was pinned to her hair which she had transfigured the wand into. She took her seat beside Julius and Terrence, Kurt's chair being on the other side of T. Dogg. She exhaled and put her hands behind her head, slinking her gaze over to Julius. 

"You're not off the hook, Darthum," She hissed under her breath. "When this tedious ass ceremony is over, we duel. You are going _down_ Adalette." She made a show of looking to her Gryffindors. Half of which her gaze was met with eye rolls, the other half grins of wonder or excitement. The first years looked nervous though, those who didn't know her clearly showing their opposition. Ah, kids these days just don't know what it means to be a gryffindor. She looked at Terrence. "Reading again? Shouldn't you be paying attention?" Her expression turned into one of amusement as she fell into her routine of giving her pals a hard time.