The stinging hex caught the edge of Dylan's arm. "Ouch," he yelped, momentarily. He eyed the graze it had caused. Hmmm at least it wasn't bleeding. Now he knew how Jake would play. Not dirty but somewhat.

He eyed his tree. The D shone brightly. "Flagrate," he uttered, pointing his wand at Jake. He marked a D on his shirt. He didn't want to burn Jake. Not yet anyway.