Pulling herself to her feet, she gave him at unimpressed look. At his smirk, she narrowed her eyes further. If she hadn't just told him she hated him, she probably would have said it again. He was insufferable.
"Considering I have no idea when you are there, and don't care to go more than once to catch you, let's do it when we're finished here." At least then she could get it over and done with.
When Saralyn was back on her feet, Tristan walked over to her wand, picked it up, and handed it to her. "Before we're done here, we should clear the way for the next pair of duelists," he said matter-of-factly.
Despite the fact that he was returning it to her, Saralyn did not feel at all comfortable with someone else holding her wand. Probably because of how it had been instilled into her how important it was. "Yes, we should," she agreed, pocketing her wand, and starting to move.
She gave him an unimpressed look. "I hate you." Was all the answer she gave him, which was probably answer enough. Maybe she could hex him. Except that probably wouldn't go well considering how many people were around them.
Tristan laughed aloud. "I hate you too! But that was totally fun, right? I had fun, and I bet you did too, even if you wouldn't admit it." His hands returned to behind his head as they made it to the sidelines, and he immediately turned to watch the next pair of duelists.
"Look at him--he's standing like this whole thing is a joke to him."
He was infuriating. Maybe she should just hex him. Maybe it would be worth it. "I did have fun," she admitted, as they reached the sideline. "Though I would have had more fun if I'd won." Winning did make things more fun.
She glanced at the next duellers. "He's gone. He's not going to last a minute." Unless it was a ruse, which it could be. But she didn't think so.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I know that made me have more fun." Tristan laughed again, but less loudly this time. Maybe he would stop rubbing it in now. "Sorry, but you can't blame me for milking it for all it's worth."
The duel started, and like clockwork, the bad duelist tripped over his own feet, narrowly missing someone in the crowd with a stray spell and just barely catching himself. "What a joke!" Tristan declared.
Despite herself, her lip quirked. Insufferable. Completely insufferable. "I'm sure I'd be doing the same." She'd certainly be doing the same, which is probably what made losing all the more infuriating. She also just hated losing. "Keep going and I'll hex your mouth shut."
Saralyn snorted as the dueller tripped, her eyes following the spell into the crowd. "This is a disaster waiting to happen." He got hit by the first spell going his way, but got back to his feet. "Why even bother."
"I'm not sure you could manage after what just happened," Tristan taunted. He was very pleased with himself now. He would need to stop before Saralyn really did hex his mouth shut.
"On second thought," he added as they observed, "Maybe you won't have to worry about hexing me if these guys have anything to say about it.
"Ohhhh, he's out!" Tristan declared suddenly as the one duelist fell to his knees, his wand on the floor somewhere nearby. The young man threw his hands into the air and cheered, even though he had no idea what kind of person the winner was. "Let's say I go collect my prize and we go to Phantasie?"
"You just try me, Kay," she said, looking at him. A duel was one thing, hexing him on the side of the stadium... different rules. If he wasn't paying attention, that would be his loss.
"Even better, then I won't get in trouble for it." Problem solved.
Almost to the minute, the dueller lost. "Called it," she murmured as Kay beside her cheered. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Fine," she said, not particularly pleased, but a bet was a bet, and she couldn't go back on that.
Saralyn was feisty, something he both admired and found annoying; that sort of behavior was usually reserved for things that really didn't suit his tastes. Really, everything about her didn't suit his tastes, except that they hadn't ever gotten into any actual hexing matches. Not yet.
After he gathered his prize, bouncing the small, cheap satchel in an open palm a few times with a grin, he looked at his traveling companion and said, "Are we apparating, or did you fly in?"
Saralyn did her best not to sulk as he went and collected his prize. But she really wasn't very pleased with the fact that she had lost. Even if it hadn't been an easy win for him. Talking shit was a bit harder when you had lost.
"Apparating." She tried to avoid flying. It was slower, and not very comfortable. Not that apparating was the nicest thing in the world, but at least it was over quickly. "I'll see you there," she said, and apparated out before waiting for a response.
It wasn't long before Tristan was following after Saralyn, apparating within a good distance of their destination. He bounced his sack of coins up and down in one hand as he approached the building with a smile. Spotting the woman who'd agreed to meet here, he closed the gap between them and said, "You ready for an experience that'll completely alter your mind?"