Louisa almost sighed in relief when her wand flew away from her hand - the bitterness showed in her face of course but it was a relief that she, now, could sit down and take a break. The professor jumped on the stage, not literally or that would've seemed so comical, and declared the winner. Louisa shook his hand, feeling weird that it was just as hairy and hard as a man's and yet smaller than one.

"Thanks." Mumbling as she took the flask and looked at Gideon. "You do have steady nerves," she repeated in a half-teasing half-serious tone. Was she disappointed that she was the one to fall down? Absolutely. But she wasn't going to show it here. Quickly she gave the boy a quick one-arm hug and descended the stage, limping and wincing slightly. Shaking hands was too lame for her. A brief friendly hug was nothing..

..right?