Brian apparated down to the gym with her. "Are you going to stretch first and warm up?" he asked her.
"No," she said. "I won't always have that luxury. Besides, I can beat you cold."
"Oh you think so, do you?" he asked, drawing his wand and positioning it at the ready. "The fire away. The champion never fires first."
"Champion? You?" she frowned. "Since when? Expelliarmus!" She fired her wand before Brian was ready, and it landed him on his tail.
"Incarcerous!" he fired, still on the floor.
"Finite!" she shouted as the ropes tried to bind her. They disappeared. She looked at Brian. He had already bounced to his feet. "Aquamenti!" she fired a large jet of water at him.
"Finite!" he shouted. "Wingardium Leviosa!" He levitated her off the floor up near the ceiling, not wanting to hurt her.
"Chicken," she frowned. "You're holding out on me. Ventus!" She fired the powerful jet of air at Brian, and it threw him backwards.
"Finite!" he charged back. He steadied himself . "Alarte Ascendare!" His spell threw her hard up in the air and back down again to the gym floor before she knew what hit her. "Had enough?"
"Hardly!" she coughed, winded. "Anteoculatia!" At her spell, his hair changed to very large, impressive antlers.
He sighed. "Okay, that's not harmful--its just annoying," he said. He touched his wand to his head and said "Finite!" But while he was doing that, she fired again.
"Carpe Retractum!" she fired. Ropes bound him while he wasn't looking and drew him right to her before he could counter it. She grabbed hold of the rope, yanked hard on it, and kissed him. "If you're close enough for me to kiss you, you're close enough for me to kill you. Still think I'm useless?" she asked him.
"I never said you were useless. Not one time," he said. "You hold your own with your father, and you go. Alright?"
"Done," she said, satisfied. "Finite." At her command, the rope that bound him disappeared.
"Enough," he told her. He didn't ever mind losing to her, especially when it was so obvious he was holding back today in order to not hurt her. The real sparring would happen when she was in good shape again, and he was looking forward to it. "Nice shooting, Tex," he grinned, kissing her forehead again.