"I mean, I hope so, but it's not actually impossible for people other than me to take Contusion Jinxes to the head, just less likely."

"I mean, if you want me to knock over a third-year for you I will, it'd just be terribly rude."

Sigh. "No, it's okay, I was just consulting on the etiquette thing."

"Sure. Take care."

Miranda goes and gets an actual book on duel etiquette and flips a Knut to pick Minor to stand in for her and the sun sets.

And they can have a duel! Even if it's kind of stupid.

Prewett is annoyed that Miranda is having her second duel for her but can't say anything about it. She bows formally to Minor.

He bows back. 

Prewett's really good.

They should definitely have someone specialize in duelling, it seems likely to come up. Maybe Timothy and Michael practice secretly. He doesn't want to do that though, so many other things are more interesting. He dodges something he doesn't even recognize, blocks something else...

She dodges really well and seldom needs to block, which means she seldom needs to let up. She has a couple spells she can cast nonverbally.

That's fifth year.  It's a shame how she's wrong about Azkaban - 

- he fails to dodge something -

- and he's flipped heels over head and lands in a heap, bleeding through his robes.

Miranda shrieks and takes just the one step from the second's box to take over and Prewett was not expecting Miranda to take over even if Minor did die, and Prewett's hair is braided over her eyes and she can't see to dodge and she takes a chimaera-wand Stunner and skids a few yards across the floor. Prewett's second can't step in because Prewett is still alive.

Miranda trips her way over to Minor to make extra sure, third years are not supposed to know lethal spells -

He is not dead but that is an awful lot of blood wow.

"Episkey -?"

"Is he -" calls Prewett's second.

"No I was mistaken but go get Madam Hirudinea."

Prewett's second runs for Madam Hirudinea. Miranda knows a little healing, she tries what she's reasonably sure won't make him worse.

It does not seem to make him worse!

And then Madam Hirudinea arrives and forces blood-replenishing potion down his throat.

"Is that even a legal spell."

"Yes, only this bad if it hits an artery and not too debilitating even then," says Madam Hirudinea.

"So he'll be fine -"

"Yes, up and about in an hour, but let's bring him to the hospital wing anyhow."

They do that.

He wakes up there.

" - did we win?"

"Yes."

He gazes adoringly at Miranda and then closes his eyes again.

She waits for him to wake up for real.

Couple more minutes. "- are you okay -"

"I'm fine but I thought you were dead for a minute."