Defense Against the Dark Arts, Eliza was told repeatedly how cursed

the professors of this class were. But Prof. Mac. Pherson didn't

seem too bad. Too bad she was sitting next to Ron, very distracting,

he kept shooting glances her way every now and then, making her

giggle uncontrollably. Her attention was geared back to prof.

MacPherson when he asked who wanted to demonstrate a duel. That

blonde, snobby Slytherin girl from the other day volunteered. Oh

would she show her. "Will someone challenge her?" Prof. MacPherson

asked. Eliza was ready, "I will." She stood up and began to walk to

the front but was pulled back suddenly, she looked up and saw Harry

holding onto her arm saying "are you crazy, she's a slytherin,

she'll probably avada you right outta here!" "Oh nonsense, Harry,

she's just a wannabe Dark Arts major, I can handle her." She walked

to the front and faced the girl now known to her as Luna. "Wands

Ready!" Luna sneered from behind her wand and walked to her

designated place, Eliza followed, fairly confident in her dueling

abilities. The two opponents turned and Prof. MacPherson counted out

for them, "On the count of three ladies. One.... two....

three!" "Rictusempra!" Eliza cried, green rays came shooting from

her wand at Luna. Luna went sliding backwards across the floor,

stopping just short of her snotty boyfriend who hurriedly picked her

up. She shot back at Eliza quickly though... "FLYTHROUGHIFFICUS!"

She shouted. Eliza felt a violent push and she went flying...

straight out the window. "'LIZA!" Ron shouted running to the now

shattered window. All the Slytherins were rolling on the floor

laughing while the Gryffindors and prof. MacPherson made their way

to the window. "Eliza are you alright?" Ron asked as he finally made

his way to her. She sat up and looked at him and would have laughed,

had she not just have been thrown out of a window, at the horrified

look on his face. "Well, at least we were on the first floor..."