"It's gonna challe —"

"I challenge thee to a duel!" The spirit of Valour bellows, over him. "If thou wouldst prove thy honour, then it's curtains for you, bucko!"

Cedric's brow furrows. Something feels like it went a little... sideways, there. Valour brandishes a ghostly axe. He's fumbling his own blade loose.

"Can banish it," Under his breath. The blade sticks in scabbard. It doesn't look like he's challenging anyone until he works it free.

"None can banish cowardice but courage!" It yells back, pointing to Hermione. "Prove thyself, ye wretched scapegrace!"