Edgar was pleased at winning his first match, to his mind proving to everybody he was somebody to reckon with. He was now determined to continue his winning streak and win the tournament. He may not have gained top marks in his NEWTS or been born into Upper-Class society but he was just as good if not better than all of them, especially those not pure in blood.

When the rules were once again repeated he gave a tired expression towards the wizard overseeing his match. Did the idiot think they forgot about the rules in such a short time? Was that a look of disdain on his face? A part of Edgar was tempted to purposely misaim his spell and put a stinging hex right between Macmillan's eyes. Deciding he rather win the tournament than get disqualified just to appease his ego, Edgar focused instead on his opponent.

He recognized his opponent from Hogwarts, a snotty mudblood from Gryffindor, somebody Edgar will enjoy beating. Once he finished performing the niceties Edgar focused on his opening attack. With a quick flick of his wand he fired the very spell he had been tempted to cast at the referee, aiming a stinging hex right at Jules' face.

Jules Wright