QUOTE : When sushi-suit girl calls up entrants to show off their costumes, Cole manages to pull Wallace out of his seat to stand awkwardly out there, but I refuse when my name is called.<br /><br />“It’s just for a second,” Cole says, motioning me out with his hands. “Come on. Just a second.”<br /><br />“I don’t . . . I don’t really want to.”<br /><br />Wallace gently pushes Cole out of the way so he can get back to his seat and grab his phone.<br /><br />If she doesn’t want to, don’t make her do it.<br /><br />Cole sighs so overdramatically he must be joking, then turns to tell sushi girl I won’t be participating after all. A few more people from other groups around the room go up. There’s a panel of teenaged judges stationed behind one short bookcase like it’s a desk, and at the very end they get together to deliberate before they announce one of the Hogwarts students as the winner.<br /><br />“Oh, come on!” Cole cries. “The Harry Potter people always win! They’ve had like twelve years to put their costumes together!”<br /><br />“I’ve done my waiting,” Megan says to Hazel, pulling up the little girl’s arms. “Twelve years of it! In Azkaban!