Duelling Stage 1, Day 2 Spectator Closed

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@Eyre Reeves | @Rose Moon | @Logan Baird | @Lucia Fox

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Bridget could already feel her stomach becoming knots and was still trying to shake the exhaustion that came from a night spent tossing and turning, but she wasn't about to miss duels if she could help it. The morning slot of duels didn't have any Slytherin competitors, but that wasn't what she was there for. Bridget was here to scout out her competition for her future matches.

She'd brought a notepad with her; she didn't tend to take notes on sport matches and had a pretty good memory, but she knew some of the details would probably elude her with so many duels happening all at once. And while she was watching the other matches to support her House and get a general feel for how things were going to go, she really needed to remember the details of this one. The first empty page was already divided into a simple table with four names at the top of it, each column belonging to a duellist. Bridget would record their strengths, their weaknesses, really anything that seemed consequential.

It was a little easier to forget she'd be on these very stages in two hours when she had something to be engaged in. The duel was underway and Bridget frankly didn't care much about the outcome. She was entirely neutral this time, only present for the collection of information. The first spells were divided pretty evenly across the board, everyone targeting a different person. That made sense; they were all second years, so no one had a clear advantage. All of the spells missed save for Lucia's Green Sparks Charm. Granted, the jet of green light only barely caught Eyre. She didn't write anything down yet, as you could hardly pick up on any patterns from one round of duelling, but she took stock of the spells they'd utilized. Flipendo and Mucus ad Nauseam was a fairly strategic set of spells, she'd give that the Gryffindors. At their age, the Curse of the Bogies couldn't be countered, and had it hit, would have put a timer on Logan. As for the Knockback Jinx, starting out with damage right out of the gate wasn't a bad way to go. Bridget personally preferred to cripple her opponents with a nice blindfold or something similar first, but it was still a solid plan. As for the Hufflepuffs, again, there something respectable about the cry of Flipendo. The Green Sparks Charm, however... now that wasn't as useful of a spell. Of course, they were also younger and had a smaller arsenal of spells to work with, but while the light of the spell blinded your opponent and would probably throw off their accuracy temporarily, its blinding effect didn't last very long.

Still, maybe Lucia had the right idea with Verdimillious; at any rate, Eyre missed the Flipendo he shot Logan's way. The Gryffindors certainly had a very aggressive strategy, as the Knockback Jinx was followed by fire. Neither spell hit. She didn't write anything quite yet, but if this kept up, 'inaccurate' was likely to go under Rose's name. Logan missed her spell again, this time a Dancing-Feet Spell, but Lucia landed her hit again. The blue light of her Flipendo hit Rose, but from what she could tell, it wasn't the most powerful of Knockback Jinxes. Was the Hufflepuff perhaps not a very powerful spellcaster?

All four duellists just kept at it. That, at least, was respectable; maybe you were having trouble landing your spells, but keeping your head up gave you the opportunity to turn that around. She was determined to remain impartial, but she felt a bit bad for the Gryffindors as both of their spells missed again. They'd decided to both target Lucia, perhaps deciding she was the biggest threat. It made sense--she was the only one to land a spell so far--but Logan chose that moment to get it together and blast Eyre with flames. Were the Gryffindors just unlucky, or did they just have bad aim? Between the Incendio that hadn't caught on Eyre's robes and the snot now running from his nose due to Lucia's spell, it seemed as though Hufflepuff was slowly taking the lead.

Bridget didn't doubt the Gryffindors had duelling skill considering they'd made the duelling team, and while Katrina had mentioned they hadn't had too many people try out, the Slytherin was starting to think the lions were rather unlucky. Eyre opted for possibly the grossest spell they'd learned, but unfortunately for him, it blew up in his face. Literally. Instead of hitting a Hufflepuff, the spell hit him and Bridget had to avert her eyes as he started puking slugs. Disgusting... Rose missed yet another Flipendo (perhaps it was time to switch to a spell other than Flipendo or Incendio?), and Logan's bout of fire missed too. Lucia, further establishing herself as possibly the best duellist out of this group, set Rose on fire. Things weren't looking up for Gryffindor. Would things turn around, or would Hufflepuff continue to chip away at the lions?

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Watching | Group E: Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw | Group F: Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

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When Dee snuck into the room a little late, the duels had already started. She was mostly here to see how her own teams were faring - Callie and Thomas were in this time slot, and although Dee of course had utmost faith in them, or at least in Thomas's ability to set his opponents on fire, she was still a little curious to see how they would do against the two Gryffindor third years that they had gotten matched with for their first duel. Yet, when her gaze swept the room in search of them, she just barely saw a jet of flames from Thomas's wand hit their remaining opponent - who promptly went unconscious. Wait - the duel was already over? She hadn't been that late... right? At least her faith in the scrawny Ravenclaw's incendiary skills hadn't been misplaced.

"Good job, Callie! Nice flames, Thomas!" she called over to them, a little disappointed to have missed all the action. "Making Murder of Merlin proud!"

Although she was still near the door, barely two steps into the room, Dee was reluctant to just turn around and leave again, so she assessed the room, contemplative. There might be something to be learned from the other duels - all of them were future opponents, after all. On one side, the stage was shrouded in thick clouds of smoke, and Dee could barely make out Mars standing on one side of the stage. That must be the duel they were refereeing, and Dee certainly didn't envy them the task. How could they even see what was going on with that much smoke? Either way, it seemed boring to watch a cloud of smoke, so her attention focused on the last duel, and to her surprise, she noticed she actually knew two of the duellists involved. Huh. Who knew they were on the same team? Dee certainly hadn't, her attention had been focused only on the duels that her teams were involved in.

A grin spreading over her face, Dee made her way over between the other spectators to the stage were Zyk and Prometheus were apparently duelling two Hufflepuffs, neither of which Dee had ever met. Pushing through between two other students, Dee reached the stage just in time to watch both of the Gryffindors have absolutely miserable aim, and not even come close to hitting their opponents. In fact, Prometheus's spell went so incredibly awry that it came closer to hitting the other Hufflepuff than the one he seemed to have aimed for. Dee winced, feeling almost embarrassed for them, and outraged for their team. (It wasn't like she'd fared any better in her own duel the previous day, but she was conveniently ignoring that fact. Amadea had just been unnaturally agile.)

Still... Maybe they needed some encouragement. "What are you two doing!" she yelled up at them. "Try to aim properly!" Uh... encouragement. "I'll be severely disappointed if you two lose this!" There was a reason she was a duellist and not a cheerleader.

@Callie Jensen | @Thomas Baines | @Mars T'ien | @Zykeal Lane | @Ruka Burnett-Tân

𓆗 Supporting @Ruby Cazares of group D (afternoon) 𓆗

Margo was just dreaming about a hot mug of strong tea when Ruby was knocked clean off her feet and back across the room. Her eyes widened in surprise and she wrinkled her nose at the imaginary tea she had accidentally inhaled. In what strange world did one of Ruby Cazares's spells backfire? Not this one, obviously. Margo was clearly having caffeine withdrawals. The hallucinations were almost scarily clear.

She hefted her cat more comfortably in her embrace and skirted the arena to get as close to the imaginary Ruby as possible. Just on the one-per cent chance that this was, in fact, reality. Margo followed her cat's unblinking gaze toward's the duelist, half thankful that she wasn't going crazy and half fretful for her hurt friend. He purred as the prefect righted herself, which had nothing whatsoever to do with Margo's nervous fingers under his chin. She was just thankful that Ruby was okay.

And it looked as if she was more than okay. For Ruby was the one who delivered two stunning blows to the poor Ravenclaw girl who'd never stood a chance in the first place.

"Sly-the-rin wo-on, sly-the-rin wo-on." Margo sang a little victory song under her breath, hopping around in a rough pentagon because, duh, circles were for boring people. After several rounds of this and a few of Hades' disgruntled meows, she placed her cat on the ground and ran over to congratulate her friend.

"You were amazing!" She squealed. "...Uh, I mean, you gotta do better next time, soldier, or your tea-loving friend might just have a stroke... from boredom of course. She shot Ruby a crooked smile.

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Well done Slytherin!

Things weren’t exactly going well for Ruka nor his partner. Frost and her partner we’re doing much more, though everyone was having a bit of trouble aiming correctly. It made sense, when one knew a spell was being cast at them, it was easier to know when to dodge. Frost’s spell knocked Ruka off his feet, causing Flash to flinch and look away. He didn’t react that way when anyone else was hit… not only that, but he knew Ruka had already dealt with so much worse. Slowly looking back with a pained face, he saw Ruka was laughing it off, even looking like he was enjoying himself.

Flash was being… ridiculous. Seeing Ruka made him behave irrationally, even stupidly. At that point, it wasn't about the... thing that happened... probably. There was a lot more than that, confusion so unintelligible as to not even know what questions he should be pondering the answers to. Trying to think about it just gave him a headache, unlike anything else in his life. Some thoughts caused him sorrow, some bliss, but thinking about Ruka made him... frustrated.

He couldn't bring himself to approach him normally, try to start a casual conversation. He would certainly freeze up, and eventually say something strange, or become agitated. The last year ended with Ruka saying that he wanted to try to understand him, to learn how to talk to each other. It was a peace offering he didn't really deserve, and never followed up on. What started as an inability to stay away had transformed into and inability to approach. Perhaps part of him was worried that... as smart as Ruka was, it would only be a matter of time before he unearthed the secret he was burying inside himself. He couldn't let it happen, he couldn't let someone as observant as Ruka too close.

That would be his excuse, at least. Fear was wrinkling his features as he watched.


"Probably so." Thora returned Flash's smile with one of her own. It seemed that despite what rocky shores they had met each other on, they could recognize that they were in the same boat. It made sense, Bridget didn't seem the type to settle for someone, Thora was likely just as reasonable and smart as she was.

Bridget's match was not going very well, however. In fact, it seemed like her and Santario were cursed, disregarding the fact that Bridget was literally cursed. They both lost their wands, missed shots, had backfires. If he didn't trust the moderator to have checked, he might have started to cry foul play. It wasn't often things went so horribly bad for so long, though it could have been more that one thing led to another. Problems built and compiled. Flash needed to cringe a time or two, mirrored by Thora at his side, feeling Bridget's pain. Before long, Santario wasn't standing up anymore and Bridget was on her own. He would have hated to be in her shoes then.

On the other hand, Dmitri and Ruby seemed to quickly wrap up their match. Neither of them seemed particularly happy about it, both of them had missed a few shots, despite otherwise dominating the other team and taking barely any damage. Flash had to question Dmitri's use of Reparifors... he didn't know much about the spell really, though it didn't cure his congested face. Wouldn't Finite Incantatum work, or would it have been useless? Flash wasn't exactly the most knowledgeable caster in the world, and he felt like the gap in his understanding was apparent. Of course, the two of them were older students, acclaimed in their positions and grades. It would be wise to continue to pay attention to their matches.

As for the last match, it was hard to tell whether anyone was pulling ahead. It certainly felt like a match between students who weren't quite used to dueling yet. Adonis was looking worse for the wear, but both Willow and May seemed fairly brow beaten themselves. Opeila, besides being all snotted up, seemed to be the most in control. It was hard to say where that duel was heading, and Flash wasn't about to start picking sides now.

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Watching | Group F: Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

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Dee was balancing on the tips of her toes, trying to be taller and get a better view, while giving brilliant and obviously incredibly helpful advice to her friends up on that stage. Zyk didn't appear to have heard her - maybe too focused on the duel, which she'd approve of if it meant his aim improved from his last spell.

Prometheus on the other hand had obviously heard her, for his head whipped into her direction immediately, and Dee returned his grin with a bright, enthusiastic smile of her own when their eyes met. It appeared she had had rather bad timing, however, for his eyes widened, attention snapping back to the duel just a second before the next round of spells on the stage went flying in, quite literally, every direction. Not that she would have taken any responsibility if he'd failed to cast a spell because she'd yelled at him, no, that wasn't her fault. At least Prometheus seemed to be having fun, though - maybe he appreciated the competition, liked the challenge. Dee usually did.

Obviously, neither of the two boys had listened to her, because neither of them managed to land their spell - again. Although, to be fair, that tiny twig-like Hufflepuff girl seemed to be impressively agile, which, coming from Dee, was quite a compliment, and she didn't really make much of a target, so maybe that was why both Gryffindors kept missing. Dee bit her lip. Maybe they should focus on the other one instead, but she, too, although older, seemed short and slim. Maybe Hufflepuff only had short skinny duellists, maybe that was their strategy, Lydia had been of the same sort.

Dee let out a short but audible cheer as Prometheus skillfully managed to dodge the spell that was coming his way, and groaned right after when she noticed Zyk being showered by sparks. Even if he'd closed his eyes right away, he'd have trouble making out anything for the next few seconds. "Dodging helps!" Dee yelled at him. "Stop worrying about looking good, start moving more!" More helpful advice from someone with infinitely more duelling experience than the other two had: one duel, compared to zero.

And still she was smiling, the excitement of the duel and cheering on her friends shining from her eyes as Prometheus caught her gaze again. She rolled her eyes at him and pointed towards the Hufflepuffs. "Focus," she mouthed. "Get them."

@Zykeal Lane | @Ruka Burnett-Tân

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Morning Slot
Eyre Reeves | Rose Moon | Logan Baird | Lucia Fox

Hufflepuff's success in the duel was made apparent not only by the difference in the success of both teams but also in Gryffindor's strategy. At any rate, it was worth noting that neither lion shot off a spell towards the badgers and instead took time extinguishing Rose and casting the Smokescreen Spell, respectively. It was a perfectly sound strategy, minimizing the damage taken by the Fire-Making Spell and making it harder for the other team to continue to chip away at their health, but still a clear indicator of how things were going. Rose and Eyre would hardly be able to win if they didn't cast at Lucia and Logan. Even though smoke would make both teams' aiming more difficult, it seemed necessary considering Hufflepuff managed to land both spells again, this time a Curse of the Bogies and another Green Sparks Charm.

With seeing much at all made difficult, Bridget took a moment to scrawl down plain numbers rather than generalizations she was noting. It would probably be easier to objectively identify patterns once she had all the data collected, anyway. Her model was simple, keeping track of successful spells, the accuracy of those spells, and how each duellist was in terms of avoiding spells. Turning her attention back to the match, she did her best to pair what little visual input she had with what she heard. Her understanding likely wasn't perfect, but she got at least a decent sense of what was going on. She couldn't tell what Lucia and Eyre was doing; she hadn't heard Lucia incant anything at all and couldn't see how Eyre's Blindfolding Spell had gone. Rose and Logan both sent Knockback Jinxes flying, and between the light they sent off and the sounds of the wind being knocked out of someone, it appeared they'd both hit their targets.

As the next volley of spells were flung, or rather two of the four expected spells, she could still only partially see what was going on. The smoke had cleared a little but was far from dissipated. Wait a minute... was Eyre blindfolded? That would mean his spell had backfired, only further showing just how awfully Gryffindor was doing today. He fumbled with the tie but didn't quite manage to undo it, and Rose didn't mutter any incantations, perhaps needing a moment to catch her breath. Bridget could hardly blame her; the girl had taken several hard Flipendos and had been set on fire. She wondered how much more the Gryffindor could take. Lucia and Logan sent out more Knockback Jinxes and Fire-Making Spells, both of which struck true once again. Speaking of which... had Lucia even missed yet? Unless Bridget had missed something, it seemed that was the case. A glance at her tallies also showed Eyre hadn't landed a spell so far, save for putting Rose out. She bit her lip; things were looking steadily worse for the lions with each passing round. Was it even possible to turn things around at this point?

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Watching | Group F: Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

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Round 4

Dee bit down on her lip, watching the next flurry of spells being exchanged. There were more sparks flying in Zyk's direction, and she let out a sigh of relief when he managed to dodge them this time. It must be impossible to aim after getting a shower of sparks that bright directly into his face, as was confirmed when his spell didn't even come near the older Hufflepuff. But at least maybe that would give his eyes time to recover so he could aim better with his next spell. She'd told him dodging was the key to success, hadn't she? Although he hadn't shown any reaction, maybe he had heard her after all.

Honestly, she should maybe stop distracting the two of them, but it was hard to keep her mouth shut when she watched Ruka being hit with the Hufflepuff's Wind Jinx. Wind Jinx... That was a nice spell. She couldn't wait until she'd learn that one, it seemed incredibly useful. Apparently it even hit two targets instead of one sometimes, and wouldn't that be amazing for duels? But wait, that wasn't relevant for the situation.

Wincing, Dee watched as the stormy winds whipped around Prometheus, and subconsciously dug the fingers of her left hand into the sleeve of her jumper. "Come on," she muttered, all of her attention focused on the two Gryffindors. "A fourth year is scary, but you can do it."

A little frown spread on her face when Zykeal suddenly... yawned? Was he tired, was that why is reflexes weren't as good as they could be? Then, at last, his eyes seemed to flicker towards her, and Dee responded with a smile and a small wave, although she wasn't sure he'd seen it. It didn't matter, really, there was a duel to focus on, and it was better that Zyk did that - or at least that's what she thought until he cast his next spell.

Round 5

It got mixed up with the other spells flying, so it took Dee a second to realise. Both of the Hufflepuffs were taking advantage of Ruka's unsteadiness - a smart move, really, she would have done the same - so it was hard to see, and she might have missed it if her eyes hadn't been locked onto him already. She paused, for a moment sure her eyes were playing tricks on her, but it was unmistakable. While Ruka had again cast a Curse of the Bogies at the older Hufflepuff - after yesterday's duel, she would recognise that particular spell even without movement or incantation - Zykeal's wand had been directed towards his fellow Gryffindor.

It didn't matter much, in the end. The spell didn't work, and she wasn't sure what the movement or incantation had been, it had been hidden in the chaos of the moment, but none of these things mattered to Dee. Indignation rose up in her, climbing up through her chest, making her cheeks burn. "What do you think you're doing, you absolute git!" The words were out without a thought, much, much louder than her previous attempts at encouragement. "That's your partner, if you haven't realised, you troll-brained clown! What are you doing, attacking him?!"

For all the times she'd thought that Zykeal didn't make any sense, had confused her with his odd, abrupt changes between open and fun before suddenly closing up and taking off, this took the crown by far. There was no reason she could see that he would start attacking Ruka mid-duel. They had barely acknowledged each other at the Masquerade, and even if there had been a fight between them at some point after the Ball and before today, why would he pull something like this in the middle of the duel? Outrage bubbled in her chest, mixed with something she couldn't quite identify. Disappointment, maybe. She hadn't expected this of him.

@Ruka Burnett-Tân | @Zykeal Lane

Reducio

<Where are you?>

<Are you trying to be funny? You know where I am at all times. Remember? Unless you meant to ask what I'm doing.>

<So sorry, next time I'll prioritise focusing on your location rather than the spells being pelted at me. What I meant to ask is why aren't you here?>

<I'm sorry. I was busy working on some schoolwork and I lost track of the time. Why, are you losing without me there to provide moral support?>

<Yes, in fact. Badly.>

<Why, what's the matter? What can I do to help?>

<Just get yourself over here in time to get me to the Hospital Wing.>

At the last of his brother's telepathic messages, Jack stopped in the middle of his attempt at practicing a new spell. He shut his books, stuffed all his supplies into his bag as quickly as possible, and dashed as fast as he could to where the duels were being held in the Dueling Club. He might not have known how to get there so quickly if it hadn't been for his ability to feel for Ruka's presence and pinpoint his location. As fascinating as dueling had sounded, Jack just hadn't had enough time to look into it himself with all the studying he was doing not just at his own year's level, but Ruka's as well so he could assist the older boy.

If Ruka was in trouble while Jack was practicing spells, however, he wasn't about to hesitate to drop everything in favor of trying to help in any way he could. He wasn't sure what he could do except provide moral support and he didn't really think his own would be of much help, but if Ruka thought so, why begrudge him it? He just had to finish what he was working on first. Surely the older Gryffindor could last until then, right?

However, it wasn't until Ruka's mention of being there in time to get him to the Hospital Wing that Jack actually understood the true urgency of the situation. Even with duels, needing to go to the Hospital Wing after wasn't a common occurrence, was it? Jack suppose he wasn't knowledgeable enough about them to know for sure, but if it wasn't a one-on-one duel, that should have mitigated the damage done. At least, that's what he'd thought.

When Jack had gotten to the spectators' seats, he'd caught sight of Flash's familiar face right away and almost absently marched over to drop his bag on the ground in front of a seat next to him. When he turned to face the duellists, however, he stared, confused. Two Hufflepuffs had seemed to attack his brother, and then...was that his partner turning his wand on him?

The boy looked vaguely familiar. Jack wasn't sure, since the masquerade on the night of the Fall Ball had been filled with people wearing...well, masks....but he thought that might have possibly been a boy that Dealla had been dancing with a couple of nights ago. Evidently, he was a Gryffindor like Ruka. But then...was he trying to cast some spell to aid the other boy? A 'buff' or cure or something?

Thinking of Dealla, her voice cut through his thoughts as if summoned.

"What do you think you're doing, you absolute git!" she yelled from near Flash and himself as another audience member. "That's your partner, if you haven't realised, you troll-brained clown! What are you doing, attacking him?!"

So he was attacking Ruka. Fresh fury flared up in Jack and he cupped his hands over his mouth to join the Ravenclaw girl in her outraged cries. Apparently she didn't think it was a mere mistake or anything of the like and Jack generally trusted her judgment.

"That's my brother, you cowardly lion! Turning traitor isn't part of the duel! I thought your sort were supposed to be chivalrous!"

If Ruka ended up getting knocked out due to his own teammate...well. Jack may have antagonized a large number of people on a regular basis, but he didn't consider himself easy to anger; nor did he think of too many people as actual enemies of his. However, if this kept up, Jack would not only mark the foolish Gryffindor as an enemy - he'd mark him mentally as a target.

@Flash Holmwood, @Dealla Prince, @Zykeal Lane, & @Ruka Burnett-Tân

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Morning slot, Group F: Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

The moment that she finished moderating her duel, and after making sure that the fainted students had been escorted to the Hospital Wing, Lydia almost ran towards one of the two duels that her team had that morning. Up until then, the Hufflepuff Captain had tried her best to watch every duel that involved her team; she wanted to see how the pairs worked, which strategies the other teams chose and how strong they were.

That morning however, she had to choose between two duels, and opted to watch the one with Lea and Frost; she wasn’t too worried about Logan and Lucia, they were against two fellow second years, while Lea and Frost were up against a third year and a second year student -and they weren’t just any students, but Ruka and Zykeal: Lydia knew the older one a little better than the younger, but she still had the feeling that they were both quite skilled duellists. Sure, Frost was a fourth year, but with Lea in her very first year, Lydia wanted to make sure that the young girl knew she had the support of everyone.

As she made her way through the people, all the way to the first row, Lydia noticed some familiar faces: Flash was there, and so was Dealla, the Ravenclaw Captain; she hadn’t had the chance to properly talk to her yet -they did meet for the first time the day before, during their duel- but now the other girl seemed pretty invested in the duel, and Lydia didn’t want to distract her.

With curiosity in her eyes, the young girl looked at the duellists, trying to understand how the duel had been going so far: Ruka wasn’t doing that well, the wind blowing strong around him and making his clothes fly in every direction while he… danced? Zykeal seemed in good shape, and once she concentrated on her team, she happily saw both of them still healthy, or well, mostly healthy; it did look like Frost had what looked like a nasty cold, and Lydia wondered if she had been hit with the Curse of the bogies.

Then, she heard both Dealla and a boy with dark copper hair yell at Zyk for… trying to hit Ruka with a spell? What was even going on? She stared, confused, back and forth between Zyk and the two yelling students, realising that the boy must have been Jack, Ruka’s adoptive brother. The resemblance was quite strong, and for a second the part-veela wondered if they were actually related, but then her attention went back to the duel; Ruka had cast towards Lea, and Lydia worriedly looked at the youngest duellist on her team, feeling the worry evaporate the moment that she easily avoided the spell; Zyk aimed for her as well, but luckily no spell was cast.

Lea decided to hit Ruka again, but her spell changed direction and hit Zyk instead; that wasn’t too bad however, because when Frost hit the older Gryffindor, the boy fell to the ground unconscious. While she felt bad for Ruka -she was actually surprised to see that he was already out of the duel- she couldn’t help but feel extremely proud of her teammates.

“Good job girls!” she said, trying to show her support as she smiled wide at them. Now only Zyk was left, and Lydia felt positive that Frost and Lea could do it and win the duel.