The first thing that Mason noticed when she walked into the room, was the mats and the dummies. There wouldn't be mats unless there was a change of falling down extremely hard or getting injured.

Mason had known what Duelling would be all about when she had sent her parents the Permission Slip. She knew that there would be a change of injury and all she hoped for was that she wasn't going to be one of the unlucky ones to take a tumble.

The boxing bags lining the left wall hung motionless. There were even ropes and dummies and all the equipment that they would most likely use. They had a room like this (only smaller) at the manor, where her father trained. She and he would sometimes spar if he had the time, so she wasn't all to shabby when it came to hitting things. The thought made her smile as she walked towards one of the punching bags.

Mason stood before the bag and raised her taped hands in front of her face. She sent her fist right into the middle of the bag, hitting the leather hard and making the bag swing slightly backwards. Then the other fist, then again and again.

Boxing had always vented her anger, even if it was just a silly Muggle-sport.