Time slowed down when Harry dueled, the rest of the world falling away. The only thing that mattered was the fight, and Harry could fight. Sometimes it felt like it was all he’d ever done. Harry started on the offensive, and Selwyn never had a chance to catch up. Harry wasn’t showing off, but he was having fun, and he wasn’t in a hurry to end it. He tried a nifty combination he’d been toying with – a freezing charm to the ground at Selwyn’s feet to destabilize him, followed by a tripping jinx – and grinned when it worked a treat. The look of grim determination on Selwyn’s face transformed into an angry snarl, an embarrassed flush accompanying it, and Harry probably should have taken that as a sign to end the duel.