So, in a cloud of newly found grace, Zavier happily skedaddled towards the field where today's variant of the second competition was being held. As he went along, and even when he arrived at the venue, Zavier refused to cave in this time by trying to appear defeated or gloomy. No, he kept his head high, though not in a condescending way, but in way that declared that he didn't give a damn about anyone's opinion. As he made his way towards his own selected seat, he moved with great grace and confidence.
Without a worry in the world, Zavier sat down in his seat, and ignored the hell out of any and all displeasing looks.
