Miranda glanced at the boy again, wondering what he was thinking and when all this was going to start. The little smile she had displayed on her lips turned flat as she suddenly felt the seriousness of this event and took a deep breath. Her face now showed the focus as she watched the boy again, but now with more determination. She was going to duel Oliver, beat and break him until he was defeated.

She didn't flinch when the torches lit up, but turned her head to where the man from the bar spoke to them. "Allright." She pursed her lips, glanced at Oliver and made to turn away from him and seek out a place to practice. She cracked her neck and did almost the usual upper body warmup when going to play a Quidditch match. Then she grabbed her wand, twirled it between her fingers and started to whisper - casting spells with minimal power so Oliver wouldn't notice what she was doing.

She smiled crookedly.
The Captain was ready.