"Oi! I've never been a chicken, Fischer..." Dylan, too, stuck his tongue out at the Gryffindor..."Just smart." Yep, he was totally smart...Not his fault he didn't fancy breaking bones and harming himself...Pain wasn't the issue, of course. He didn't mind getting hurt...but it seemed pointless to do it on purpose.

"Silly Lion...Finite." Clearing the previous shield, Dylan focused on the dummy once more. He forced himself to clear his mind and think about his magic moving and meddling with the dummy in front of him. This was the last one he needed for Professor Romanos' challenge...and then Alice could start her run of 'contego' shields. The Slytherin could feel it building...His concentration working overtime for the spell to become a reality...and a tangible thing...All that.

Inhaaaaaaaale. Exhaaaaaaaaale.

"Contego dummy!" He exclaimed as his wand traced out the upwards zig-zag towards the dummy. Did Alice SEE the concentration on his face? DID SHE? It couldn't be swayed.

Heh.

"You are UP, lady."...and then he stepped to the side to let her do her thang.