Dueling seemed a fascinating concept.

Already, he'd read through a book on the topic. As well as a biography of a duelist that he'd come across in the non-fiction section of the library. It seemed similar to Quiddich in being a kind of event one could never truly understand from a book, except it seemed dueling was something that first years could participate in.

Experience would likely help frame an understanding of what it was that he was reading. Except dueling seemed to pose an interesting combination of both magical theory and practical application that covered any number of subject areas. So he supposed he had a bit of a handicap, in that he had only a short list of charms or spells that he knew of.

Was that it? Or part of it? Were the best duelists those with a vast array of spells in which they were well versed? Or was it better to have a more utilitarian set to draw from?

Wand at the ready, the boy's fingers rubbed against the smooth hazelwood. So intent was he on taking in the movements and ceremony that he'd almost mirrored her curtsey, catching himself as he'd started the movement and awkwardly transitioning to the bow appropriate his gender.

The formalities were an interesting facet of it all that had nothing to do with magic. He supposed it had more to do with station? Or class? Or whatever being a gentleman was?

When the match had begun, the boy had already decided on his move. A curse, actually. From the first year text for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He wasn't entirely certain he had the wrist movement down for this one. Was it flick and swish? Or more of a swoosh and hook? Going for the flick, the boy's wand weaved in the air as he faced the girl and said, "Flipendo!"

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