Celandine, drawn and pale, sat at Prospero's side, the dark circles under her eyes making it clear she'd not slept a lot. She was murmuring under her breath as she watched the duel begin and the teeth marks in her lip showed how much worrying she'd done already. Ivory was only a first year and sure, Evelyn wasn't much older but the Slytherin girl had the makings of an excellent dueler one day. Cela thought all the talking was a weakness though, better to zip lip and just duel.

Her eyes flickered to Ivory and Cela continued murmuring soundlessly, repeating over and over each and every spell the duelers used. It was like even under this sort of stress she couldn't help but analyse the progress of the duel, like she had nowhere else for her mind to retreat to.

Ivory needed to shield faster and concentrate on disarming and disabling Evelyn. She'd be better off if she kept it simple. Strong and simple.