She stood at the end of the table. Her wand drawn

The boy on the other end eyed her closely. He was a unknown Hufflepuff.
Well many of the yellow menaces were unknown to her.

He had no idea who he was messing with. But if he wanted to call her out. Paris would accept the challenge.

He was a seventh year confident he could take down the fourth year.

Paris saw the corners of his mouth tug for the incantation of a nonverbal.

She smirked and ducked, firing her own spell. It knocked him back off the table.

Hufflepuffs....