She didn't feel right. Nothing felt right and it was obvious in the weariness of Aslan's gaze as she stood before their younger girl in the arena. Before she had been excited and ready to duel, to challenge herself and (hopefully) change the way she used magic, but now? She just felt like... wrong. Wrong and she couldn't explain it. There was something pulsing in her veins that felt angry and red.

Frustration.

Cracking her jaw, Aslan gave Charlotte a small nod before taking the traditional steps. She was expecting the blonde to attack first and though that in itself could be an advantage- blocking was not something she'd mastered, so when the flames came her way Aslan could only let them hit her. They singed her blouse and bits of her hair, and the smoke rose up, but Aslan managed to keep her eyes on Char. She ducked down, the second spell missing her just barely.

She had no strategy this time. Rolling, Aslan didn't stand, instead she pointed her wand at Charlotte's feet and fired off a non-verbal levicorpus. and hoped that would hit or distract the other witch long enough that she wouldn't notice the dazzling hex Aslan quickly, but efficiently performed upon herself whilst still on the ground. This was fast. It would have to be fast if she was going to actually stand a chance against Charlotte. Moving quickly, the Gryffindor rolled from the spot she'd been in to a space behind the blonde, hopefully the spell would stick.

She thought quick- her strategy with Rooney had been to take away his voice- she could use the same here, but instead of casting silencio, Aslan shot cantis.

If that didn't work, she had some other ideas.