Originally Posted by Zieko

Allison shrieked when her arm was hit with the curse. Eyes widening underneath the blind-fold she bit back her usual childish tantrum of tears, this was no time to be crying. Holding her arm Allison frowned and did the best she could to defend herself, which was...nothing really. Feeling for the floor for her recently discarded robes, Allison grabbed them and threw them in the air timing her aim with her wand while muttering "Duro." Now hardened, she spoke the first spell she had ever learned "Wingardium Leviosa!" Moving the robes in front of her in a very odd shield-like manner Allison listened again for the fourth year. Hoping that the roses kept falling on the girl, Allison grabbed the robes with her weak boily arm, and casted her signature mid-night blue butterflies, "Papilio!"

If anyone outside their duel could see Allison they'd see a small child clutching stiff looking robes in front of her with a swarm of fluttering butterflies around her. All the while the roses fell to make a beautiful scene--to those of course that weren't allergic.