"YOU’RE GOING TO EXHAUST YOURSELF, NOTT!" Robards bellowed, but Theo didn’t let up. Weasley was slowly backing away towards the edge of the platform and going down to a knee. His shield was up, but there was only so long that he would be able to hold it before Theo broke through. Theo smirked, he could taste his victory when suddenly, he found himself flat on his back with Weasley’s wand pressed into his chest.