Standing here now, she felt a little bit silly trying to dueling debutantes. It had been one of her coworkers that had talked her into competing having gone on and on about how she'd wanted someone to compete with her. But standing against someone who likely never needed to use magic in a manner essential to her survival she wasn't sure how to approach this. The last duel she'd been in was at least someone she could take seriously. How aggressive was she supposed to be in her magic choices? She got the impression this was supposed to be far more showy magic than function magic. Meaning she likely shouldn't send Miss Scamander face-first into the floor as she had Mr. Montdragon in her last duel... which if she remembered correctly Mr. Kirke had also moderated.

As the other woman started to cast, Iziza fired off a spell that if successful would cause Miss Scamandar to find her wand transfigured into a flower.

The sensation of sinking into the sand was not something she particularly enjoyed is what that had taught her as she brushed off the stray grains of sand off her dress. Contrary to what one might think, her height did not bother her any longer but the spell had inspired her next charm. A growing spell that would find Miss Scamander very much ado to eating one of the cookies in Wonderland where she would end up too big for the room should it succeed.