Millie wouldn't give the younger boy the satisfaction of seeing her rub her sore bottom, not for the life of her. Her eyes cast over his dashing looks and tanned skin, wishing so much she could rub them all away. The young witch replaced the strands of hair that had fallen in her eyes, accepting her wand as it floated back from the mediator.

She granted a smile to the man between them, satisfaction rearing on her face at last. One last chance to prove herself, and her moment to be first. The young witch sized up Mr. Mohr again, the second year had pushed on her defensive weakness with his disarming charm. Now, Millie decided, it was time to show him what third years had up their sleeves.

"Glacius!" Millie cried, pointing her wand at her opponent. He had started with trying to freeze her in place, it was only fair she got to return the favor, just a little colder this time.

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