Never before had the Dueling society member been more grateful for the simplicity of a shield charm. It served its purpose and rendered whatever spell Mr. Prewett had cast useless while at the same time seemed to quell the growing commotion amongst the female attendees in the crowd.

"This duel goes to Mr. Fisk," they announced evenly, though any observer could probably detect the relief in their face that they didn't end up having to cast a quieting charm over the crowd. Upon the announcement, a fair few of the ladies seemed to wilt in disappointment; others seemed enlightened by the news. Fearing they were not yet out of the woods, and perhaps they would end up having to cast a quieting charm over the crowd, the society member hastened to give their closing comments and move onto the next round. "Mr. Fisk, congratulations. Mr. Prewett, perhaps next time."

Perhaps next time they would elect to moderate only student duels next time.

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