Her first duel. Thus far, Louisa Weasley had not found her thing at Hogwarts. Oh, she had friends, to be sure, and was quite resolved to do her best in her courses, but she lacked Rex's affinity for quidditch, lacked Flora's flair for seemingly everything. Could dueling be it? Her stomach fluttered in anticipation as she curtseyed quite awkwardly to Mr. Allen, then drawing her wand on the Ravenclaw.

"Stupefy!" the first year cast with as much gusto as she could muster.