January 5th, 1890 — Headquarters of the London Society for the Practice of Combative Magic

Tyb didn't know enough about the inner workings of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to be sure of how their loyalties ran within it, and who got along with whom and vice versa. Perhaps the Investigators and Aurors were mortal enemies, and chafed at each other's contributions? He had to imagine there was some drama in that department. There was such an air of seriousness in there, whether by way of their job responsibilities or their need of the egos to accomplish such things. 

At any rate, he expected a fierce and fast-paced fight. It would do neither of the gentlemen any favours to lose the duel. (Hopefully they didn't hex him for being the messenger.) Exceedingly politely, then, Tybalt requested that Mr. Lupin cast first.

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Lionel Lupin Enoch Rosier
You have 72 hours to post!

  

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It felt like a lifetime ago that Lionel himself had been an auror but it had not been so long ago that he no longer how to handle his wand. Taking it up once he was bid to begin, he went with the conjectivus curse to start them off.

Enoch Rosier

  

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Squaring his shoulder Enoch felt a vague sense of injustice that he had been pitted against a desk-man. Where was Connolly? Or Scrimgeour or Umbridge? Had they all turned chicken in the New Year?

Almost lazily Enoch cast a stunning spell towards the older man.

  

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Indecently attractive set by MJ

Mr. Lupin's spell missed Rosier by a hair's breadth - no, really, Tyb swore he could see the gentleman's hair ruffle from the force of the flash of light whizzing past his ear - but the Stunning spell had hit its mark squarely. Which left the ruling this round rather incontrovertible.

(Best wake Lupin first to hear it.) "Mr. Rosier wins the first point," Tybalt offered quickly, "and may cast next, too."

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LIONEL: 10 | ENOCH: 13

  

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He had come a great deal closer to being hit that Enoch would have liked so it was with heightened concentration that he eyed the other man before casting a spell he had been taught by laughing classmates during his auror training that turned his opponent into a wooden toy version of himself.

  

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Indecently attractive set by MJ

Lionel responded to the spell by casting one that would bounce the mans spell right back at Mister Rosier.

  

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Where would the spell go? Tybalt couldn't deny being on tenterhooks - he didn't know what this one did. It appeared Mr. Lupin was but a fraction too late to deflect it, as he was altering already into a wooden form of himself. Like a reverse Pinocchio.

Tybalt did his utmost not to laugh, which was still not quite enough to hold it back. A little apologetically, he undid the spell's effects and put on a sombre face to announce the result. "And with that, Mr. Rosier wins the duel." (And had won Tyb's heart in the process. What a spell, indeed.)

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ENOCH: 12 | LIONEL: 11

  

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