Consolation Prize “Merln’s arse”, Egil Njalson thought, rolling his eyes. “They are at it again!” “They” were Bellatrix Parkinson and Elin Svensdottir. They had never really been friends, but since each had been defeated in a holmgang by a Hogwarts’ witch, they had been ragging each other mercilessly. Egil looked around. From the expression she could see in the Common Room of their ship, he was not the only one thinking like that. Then he noticed Estrith Andersdottir looking at him out of the corner of her eyes. She turned away as soon as she saw him notice. She had been doing that a bit lately, he thought. But then, he had been doing it to her too! She was very attractive, but he had been burnt badly the last two times he had asked a witch out, and was reluctant to risk a third. Another slew of digs between Bellatrix and Elin finally made him burst out with, “For Merlin’s sake! Just find Indira or Jean and organise your own holmgang! Let it out!” Startled, the two witches eyed each