She did not approve of just how much the Slytherin appeared to be enjoying himself but, unfortunately, other than the overt sense of relish, she could not fault his spellcasting. Poor Mr. Selwyn was breaking out into hot patches of rash from it already. (Or from ire; she supposed one couldn't be sure.)
"Mr. Urquart wins the duel!"
"Mr. Urquart wins the duel!"
