Well this was...a choice. The wizard tasked with overseeing some of the children's bouts today had been struck by an errant hex in his first duel, which had left him projectile vomiting slugs, spiders, and other assorted critters—the degree of which would require a hospital stay, rather than the simple fieldwork that the healers present could provide. As literally the nearest adult at the time, Felicity had been tasked with filling in.

Not accustomed to this sort of thing, the healer painstakingly went through the rules of the tournament—was it just her, or was one of the young men present looking particularly impatient? 

After deciding she probably hadn't forgotten anything, Felicity announced carefully, "Mr. Selwyn to begin!"