Peony had hoped that she'd end up paired against some cocky Ministry type, but instead found herself paired against a... debutante? The last time she'd checked, most frilly girls didn't sign up for these competitions, so she hoped the girl—Miss Zabini, right?—would have something to offer than an elaborate display of sparkles.

"Furnunculus," she cast, enthused by the idea of seeing the debutante's pretty complexion covered in boils. (Not only would she get the point, but she'd also get to see her panic.)

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