Why had he even decided to come in the first place? All he had wished for was a nice day in Hogsmeade, to watch the duels, and to just pass his day peacefully undetected.

But, no.

Somebody had caught wind of his attendance. Somebody had signed him up and even paid for the chance to see him fail. He should have ran. He should have feigned an illness. He should have told them he'd died. Yet, here he was, trembling and nearly dropping his wand before the duel had even begun.

Archer eyed his opponent and appeared at least somewhat relieved that he knew him, at least. However, Nico was nearly a foot taller than him and was a beater on the quidditch team, which meant he could probably squash Archer with one foot, not to mention a spell. Where was that growth spurt everyone told him was forthcoming?

White in the face, Archer nodded to the judge and sputtered out the first spell that came to mind, "Im-Impedimenta."

Nicodemus Dursley