There was nothing Bellatrix liked better than a good duel. And by good of course, she meant a duel with someone who was capable of holding a wand while not trying to run away after casting numerous shielding charms.

Yes. She loved good duels with a passion.

She did not however appreciate people like Rodolphus Lestrange who won on technicalities.

Technicalities.

As the Professor announced that the match was over, and to shake hands with her opponent, her nose rose slightly.

“You were lucky.” She spat.

His hand rested on her shoulder, his voice abnormally hot against her ear. “Sorry.”