With a last flourish, the floor was restored to its original condition - or at least as much of its original condition as still existed. Kiri holstered her wand again and pulled out a tissue to blow her nose.

Stupid cold. After the adrenaline rush of the duel, her head was pounding. She'd probably end up having to stay in bed the following day or two, something Kiri really didn't want to do, considering the Quidditch season was about to start as well.

Stuffing the tissue into a robe pocket, Kiri focused on the girl again. "Is non-verbal magic hard to learn," she repeated in a musing sort of voice. She shrugged. "It depends, I guess. You need to be able to concentrate really hard... I can only do a few spells." She grinned crookedly. "The easier ones." Her hand still hurt. Kiri held it up for inspection. The splinter hadn't broken the skin, but a long, red scratch ran all along the back of it. When she flexed her fingers, the pain intensified.

Kiri let her arm drop to her side again. Not good. If they were about to duel with someone their own age next, she would almost certainly lose - she wasn't the most gifted dueller to begin with, and with an injury and a cold, complete with headache, she'd be even easier to beat.
She glanced around. Quite a few people were still fighting, spells and commands were flying back and forth, but some pairs had already finished.