When Alecto noticed Luna she growled with derision, realising she was dealing with a soulbonded pair she quickened her movements. Theo was used to this type of duel, the kind where one wrong move would earn you a crucio to the chest or in this case, death. His father had probably helped save Theo’s life by teaching him how to duel like a death eater, learning the way they moved, the spells they favoured and ways to deflect a dark curse. He let Luna hold the shield steady as he flung several hexes at his enemy, the room was silent apart from the occasional crack of stone or grunt from one of them. All spells were said internally and so it was difficult to decipher what and when another one was coming. Alecto danced around the space, ducking behind desks and throwing countless chairs in their direction which Theo turned to sawdust as they drew near. 