"So what are we going to do today?" Roger asked Fleur.
"Well, you could still use some practice weeth your Patronus Charm but today I thought we would try sometheeng different, dueling," Fleur responded.
"Dueling?" Roger asked her. "I don't think I need to practice dueling. At Hogwarts I was the dueling champion of my house," he boasted.
Fleur made some sounds that seemed like she was trying not to laugh. "At Ogwarts you might 'ave been champion," she said as she walked to the opposite side of the room from him. "As you know we bow to each ozzer first."
Roger bowed at the same time Fleur did and took up his dueling stance as he had done many times at Hogwarts. He leaned back slightly as he arched his wand hand over his head and his off-hand pointed ahead, and he expected to see Fleur in the same stance.
To his surprise, Fleur was in a slightly different stance. She seemed to be standing straight up, with both of her arms held close to her body, only her forearm that held her wand pointed forward towards him, with her off-hand held behind her back.
"Lets see what you 'ave got," she told him.
Roger hesitated for a moment, somewhat because he felt guilty about cursing her, but more because the way she standing, combined with her thin, willowy frame made her a difficult target to hit. Finally he waved his wand and shouted "stupefy!"
Fleur simply stood there stoically as Roger's curse flew directly at her, which he was sure was going to hit her. Mere inches before the bolt would have hit Fleur she nonchalantly flicked her wrist and deflected the spell.
Roger stood there with his mouth open in shock as he looked at Fleur, dumbfounded at the ease with which she blocked his spell.
Fleur simply raised her eyebrow and formed a small smile with her lips.