Now this, Fitzory thought as he looked from Selwyn to Lupin, ought to be a show.

While neither wizard was still 'in the field', as it were, both had worked as aurors—and both, more importantly, had made quite the name for themselves as skilled duelists. This would not be the tedious match between that Gobstones lad and the woman(?!) from the Department of Mysteries. This would be fun.

With a dash of pomp, Fitz reviewed the rules, looking from Lupin back to Selwyn. Taking a step back just to be safe, the wizard announced, "Mr. Lupin, you may begin!"

An ice javelin was an interesting, but risky, move. If the momentum of the spell was too strong, it would be not a spell that hit Selwyn but a sharp and possibly lethal object and he would have no one to blame but himself.

Fitz Prewett, however, knew nothing of physics outside of the quidditch pitch, and so witnessed only an entertaining bit of magic before declaring Selwyn the winner of the first pass.

"Mr. Selwyn, when you're ready!"

Once again, Selwyn was victorious; once Lupin had been put to rights, Fitz declared Selwyn the winner.