Miranda made a face at the boy and rolled her eyes. Really, that was his comeback? Pffft. She waved her hand as if dissmissing the comment.

After pushing back the annoying boy, Miranda simply looked at him, wondering if he would retaliate. If he would, so would she. The duel hadn't even begun, but the Captain didn't mind starting it right now. Better than the prieview? Oh, you just wait. TwitchyCurls. As Oliver smirked, Miranda wiggled her eyebrows at him, not saying anything more. He would definitely be seeing something...good.

And then the dude in charge bustled in, interrupting their Mexican standoff. She didn't take her eyes off the boy when being instructed that the duel was about to start. Oh boy. Finally, she'd be able to kick some butt.

Just as Miranda was about to turn and take a step to get into position, she felt her hand being grabbed and hauled over to where she was just about to get to. "What the hell!?" Utterly confused, when they were at the centre, Miranda harsly drew back her hand from it's hold. Why the heck was he touching her? With a quick sneer, the Captain tilted her chin up and followed suit with the bowing and then turned to walk the ten steps.

She brought her wand up, infront of her, focused on nothing but kicking his butt. She cocked an eyebrow at his, oh so chivalrous, suggestion. Well, normally Miranda would tell them to go blow a horn, but this she could not pass up.

Hoping to surprise, she swished her wand up, "Stupefy!"