No matter how many times I walked into the Great Hall, it was always impressive. Since I was 11 years old, I had never seen the ceiling the same, never failed to find a new carving in the wall or marvel at it's size. Coming here three times a day was usually enough for me, but tonight was special. Once I was old enough, I'd joined up with a duelling club. This was my fourth year doing it. This year, we were going to be doing pairing, and from what I gathered we'd be duelling with the same person all year long. Great. Looking around, everyone else already seemed to be pairing up or have partners already. Grumbling to myself, I looked around for any stragglers. In the corner, toward the back, I saw a guy by himself. Rolling my eyes, I approached him.
	
“Um, hi. I’m Bridget. There’s not really anyone else left to pick from, want to duel with me?” I asked cautiously, ready to edge backward and bolt for the door.