It seemed entirely extraordinary that Malfoy would challenge Gwen to a duel the very last night of the semester. But Gwen was up to the challenge. She would show him exactly what she was made of. That is if Graves would let her.
"I'm your second." He said, having seen the exchange and wisely guessing the result.
"Fine, you're my second. But Malfoy won't even have the chance to disarm me, let alone kill me."
"Gwen, when are you going to wake up?"
"To what?"
"To the reality that Malfoy is deadly. He doesn't care if he gets expelled. He'll kill you anyway. Consider it an early enrollment into the death eaters fan club. They'd admit him in a second if he had your death under his belt."
She sighed. Graves was going to argue her into the ground. "Fine. He's deadly. He'll try to kill me. You're my second. So if he succeeds do me a favor and kill him."
Graves looked at her gravely. "I'm serious."
"And I'm taking you seriously. We meet at midnight in the Transfiguration classroom."