To Charles' relief he didn't have to witness any further grotesqueness from the ladies. Craziness on the other hand... He stared intrigued as Miss Evans failed to deflect her opponent's spell, the consequence being that she had suddenly reacting wildly to apparently nothing. In her flailing she must have caught the hem of her skirt under her heel for she had suddenly upended herself. There was a cringe-worthy 'thwack' as her head connected with the floor. If there wasn't blood he'd be surprised.

"Finite incantatem!" Hopefully that would put an end to to her madness at least. Her skull was another issue. "Congratulations, Miss Lestrange, the duel is yours."

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