Why was he doing this? Whomever had signed him up had clearly made some sort of mistake. He was not even a remotely accomplished dueler. While he did well with his spellwork in private, under pressure was a complete other story. However, he knew he couldn't back out. He'd be laughed at either way, but, at least he would have a chance to save some face if he took part in the competition.

By the time it was his turn to join the duel, the young Belby was trembling. Why were so many people watching? He bowed to Sisse, but didn't make eye contact, too fixated on trying not to barf on her shoes.

"L...Locomotor Mortis!" he practically shouted, sputtering out the leg locker jinx much more forcefully than he intended. His wand hand shakily jerked through the movements.