Two minutes later, right on time, Lucien let himself into the duelling arena. Typically, the man grew agitated at the request for students to meet with him. They were frivolous creatures who seldom had a good reason. However, he was willing to make an exception for the only student in the entire castle worth the wood his wand was carved out of.

"Upstead." As much of a greeting as the student ever got as he tapped his wand once on the book himself.

Rosier moved further into the arena, sparing the dummies only the briefest glances. When he got within 5 steps of Upstead, he stopped.

Well?