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« Reply #30 on: September 22, 2013, 07:40:49 pm »
Almost as soon as their lecture had started, Aradok knew that it would be an amazing one. He’d be right, for this lecture would remain with him just as only a handful of others had. When Professor Flagg first mentioned the Unforgivable curses, his interest sparked. He had already studied them in his free time – long days at the library in wonder. He’d learned the theory behind them, their use and their purpose, as well as their incantation and difficulty. The young Gryffindor could not hope to perform the magic without supervision.

Very few things had he been unwilling to try without a teacher. The Unforgivable Curses was one, and another was fiendfyre.

Pygmy puffs were brought out to the class, and each were subject to the three unforgivable curses. Instead of oohing and aahing like the rest of the class, he placed a small box on his desk, and with a wave, it began to record the lecture as if they were memories, images and all. His memory was excellent, so he technically didn’t need the resource, but he had a collection of lectures he felt were essential. Where notes needed to be taken, he took them. Where observation was required, he observed. The movements of his wand, the expression on his face as he casted them; these were all important parts of the lesson.

There was something to learn in everything that happened that morning. Aradok, in perfect penmanship, wrote the symptoms of each of the spells, as well as the intention behind them. Fascinated, he reserved his questions until all three spells had been shown. The Imperius curse, which was useful in many ways, was still his least favorite. Aradok found that if he had enough logic to back him up, people would do what he’d suggest anyway. He needed not a spell for that.

But then the torture curse came, and as the pygmy puff shrieked in agony, he kept his eye on the professor, unlike most of his peers. Flagg was deeply concentrated in maintaining the cruciatus steady, working. Ara wondered just how hard it would be to do that. His thoughts were further interrupted when the a girl from Slytherin rose, claiming that was the professor was doing was wrong.

“She won’t last in here,” whispered Aradok to Iris.

Everything that Flagg said made sense. When he at last reviewed the killing curse, Aradok leaned forward from his desk, his mind not at all concerned with the puffs. A flash of green light flew from the wand, and the pygmy puff fell limp on its side – dead.

The class fell silent after that. Nobody spoke, they all just simply gazed at the dead little creature. If they were going to learn such powerful magic in this class, then they all needed to get tougher, thicker, skin. Aradok was not bothered by the spells, for he looked at everything that he was taught from an academic point, never personal.

After a few moments of silence, Ara’s hand rose in permission to speak.

“So when do we start?”

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« Reply #31 on: September 22, 2013, 07:56:08 pm »
An academic perspective was something both Darius and Iris lacked in this situation. Both Slytherins considered that the spells shown had practical, real life uses. If nothing else, being born of Dark families made that reality true to them. They were not detached, as Aradok was, but neither were they as upset as the other girl in Slytherin. Their fascination was practical. Knowing to use these spells would help in desperate situations.

Neither were saints. None would ever claim to be. It was important to know spells that others would shy away from in order to hold an advantage.

Iris nodded her agreement to Aradok’s statement about the girl. She had managed in the other classes with curiosity, but Iris doubted she could handle more. That would leave just her and Darius as the only Slytherins—an odd turn, truth be known. Slytherins supposedly loved the Dark Arts, but after Voldemort, they did begin to shy away, at least openly. They hid to avoid suspicion.

Aradok’s question earned an approving smile from Flagg.
“We begin immediately, of course. I have more pygmy puffs—” and the Slytherin girl proved then that she couldn’t continue by rising, “Miss Glasgow?”

“I can’t,”
she said, shaking her head. “I can’t.” And without further explanation, the young lady walked out of the classroom, pale and shaking.

“She’s gonna go to McGonagall,”
Darius said, matter-of-factly.

Flagg shrugged,
“I have her approval,” it was no concern of his. He might get lectured for his method of teaching, but if she couldn’t kill a cute, non-human thing, then she’d never be able to defend herself against a human opponent. It was harder to kill one’s own than she would ever understand, harder to violate them physically and mentally. “Today, I only want you practicing Imperius and Cruciatus, and only on these.”

There, Darius finally voiced his irritation,
“Not all of us have such weak hearts,” he said, “A pygmy puff isn’t going to provide any real resistance, it is hardly practice.”

“I suspect you wish I would split you in to pairs so you may practice the Imperius and Cruciatus curse on humans?”
Darius gave a nod. “Stand up, Darius.” He did so. “Come, stand here,” he motioned to a place, and Darius walked to it. “Take out your wand.” He did so, a beautiful, light-hued wood. “Try Imperius on me.”

Darius blinked, stunned by the request.
“Go on.” Flagg had no fear.

Darius smirked,
“All right then.” Pointed want. “IMPERIO!” He roared the spell.

It offered him no additional power. He felt no connection to Flagg, and Flagg laughed out right. He had felt nothing. Darius didn’t have the focus, the control, the desire, to use the spell. Embarrassed before the class, Darius would likely stop his arguing now.
“Take your seat Darius. We’ll get you a pink puff.” Darius’s face was red, “That anger won’t help you.”

Darius didn’t speak, but returned to his desk and sat with a huff. Ruden Flagg took out another cage, and tossed pygmy puffs to everyone, indeed, giving Darius a pink one.
“In consideration of what Darius had to say, though, I want you to name your puff.”

Iris looked down at her purple one, debated about calling Ruden out on being a sadist.
“I would like you to get to know the puff. Say, ten minutes. Play with it, pet it, talk to it…and then try Cruciatus.” Yes, the man was sick, but Iris saw the point. Humans were assaulted by these curses were often known to their attacker, sometimes intimately. Either way, it was difficult to harm or kill humans because of the general understanding of what was being done to the human. Even if they did not know the human, it was difficult to force another to go through such trials without a certain malicious bent. There was a general affection and compassion towards other humans. There was no attachment to these puffs of fur. It would not be so difficult to cause them harm, much as it wasn't difficult to eat meat for many. In order to better understand the difficulty of harming a human, they could instead work to get attached to an innocent creature. It would certainly drive home exactly how damaging these spells were.

“I don’t like the damn puff,”
Darius grumbled.

“Name it.”


“How creative,”
Iris drawled.


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Re: A Tournament’s Revival [Closed]
« Reply #32 on: September 22, 2013, 08:15:56 pm »
Upon hearing that they would start immediately, Aradok smiled. He really could not be more excited to get his try at the unforgivable curses. He gripped his wand a little tighter, turning his head to the Slytherin who said she just couldn’t. The Gryffindor boy was not pleased to see her go, but his smiled widened if only slightly at how right he had been. His eyes followed her out of the classroom, turned to Rosier when he spoke, and rested finally on Iris.

“I called it,”
a chuckle.

When Rosier, as he always did, expressed some sort of complaint, Professor Flagg made an example of him. In front of the whole class, which was now even smaller, he failed at even making a small alteration in the professor. Aradok couldn’t really blame him, for there was a reason the professor was making them start with pygmy puffs. Rosier was out of line, and Flagg had just found a good way to make him realize it. If Aradok were to ever be called in front of the class, he’d make sure to deliver.

Ara caught his dark purple pygmy puff and placed him on the desk before standing up and pointing the wand at it. Flagg wanted them to get to know the puff. Ara wondered his decision, but only for a little bit, for the answer came as quickly as his wonder. He figured that knowing the puff might make it harder for him to cast the cruciatus curse upon it, and he was right. After Aradok decided to name his puff Diggle, he immediately felt a pet-like connection with it. He petted it, smiled at it, and carried it in his hand. It was a squirmy little thing, the rebellious one of the lot, apparently.

“Nice name,” said Aradok to Rosier.

After the ten minutes had gone by, Ara placed Diggle back on the desk, took a couple of steps back, and pointed his hazel wand at it. He didn’t want to apologize to it, for he felt that would make the curse even harder. He looked at it, drained all care he had of the thing, and thought of only the desire to torture.


Nothing. The puff didn’t even move, it just continued to coo at him. There needed to be more intent behind his spell; he could feel the lack of potency in the spell. He needed to really mean it – to want the puff to suffer under his command. He stopped, took a few seconds to breath, and tried again. The second time, still, showed no real result. He could hear groans from all around the room; people were already becoming impatient about the curse not doing what it should.

Ara reasoned logically. He had studied this spell before, and he knew what needed to be evoked for the curse to be successful. This was a sustained spell, one that would need concentration to maintain. The professor didn’t mention this, but he had read about it in the library. In his third attempt, Aradok thought of an imaginary person who wanted to hurt his family. He needed to truly hate the person, to wish upon them pain, for the curse to work. His thoughts darkened, considerably more so than ever before.

He was generally a happy person.


He felt his want shake slightly, but he gripped it tighter, controlled it in place. The pygmy puff did not squeal, but it squirmed slightly – as if it were experiencing some discomfort. Aradok didn’t let the pygmy’s movements to interrupt his thoughts, instead he kept his concentration in the malice of his intentions and the constant subtle palpitations from his wand.

It was much harder than it looked, and eventually he stopped. Ara’s lips curled into a small smile. He took another breath, shook it off, and prepared for another try.

'That was something...'

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« Reply #33 on: September 22, 2013, 08:19:39 pm »
There was one very good reason why Flagg had not asked Darius to perform Crucio, and it soon manifested. Though Darius petted ‘Pufferstein’, toyed with it, talked at it, there was a clear disconnect. It was troubling, in some respect, but expected. The others grew comfortable with their new puffs, and when Flagg called ‘time’, the difficulties in torturing the cute thing manifested for most.

Darius was the exception. His embarrassment fed his malice, and his desire to torture the puff was pure.
“Crucio.” Not a shout this time. The pink creature, so disgusting to Darius, began to quiver and cry out in pain immediately. Success further tainted his mind, pleasure drawn from it, increasing the focus and potency of the spell. It only began to falter when thoughts of causing it pain turned to thoughts of killing it. He grit his teeth as he felt it slipping, but his control was lost.

The spell ended against his will,
“Damn it!” He threw the wand. He was never a good loser, not aware he was so far the only one truly successful at it.

Flagg put a hand on his shoulder,
“Darius,” he said, “That was good,” he praised, finding it difficult to keep the boy’s gaze. The glare burned through him. “Take a break and try again. Remember, pain.” Hand slipped from the shoulder as he went around to the others to try and aid them.

Iris took five minutes to name hers. She had to get to know it a bit before any name fit. The purple thing was timid, reminded her a bit of a shrinking violet, and so that became its name. When time was announced, she realized she liked the thing.
‘Not sure it would ever do anything to make me want to hurt it.’ She tried to imagine realistic things, such as it eating her homework, or destroying something precious.

She couldn’t replace it with the image of another. Her mind didn’t work that way, but the malice wasn’t enough.
“Crucio.” Nothing. Though one puff was now shrieking. A glance up revealed Darius had succeeded at this one. ‘Figures.’ For some reason, she wasn’t surprised at all. Flagg observed, complimented, before continuing to some of the other students.

Iris turned her attention back to the thing in front of her. Revenge wouldn’t work. Righteous anger wouldn’t work.
‘Perhaps that’s why thinking of it eating homework isn’t working.’ She had to simply want it to suffer.

Iris had always had difficulties with these imagining spells. She still could not produce a patronus, couldn’t draw up an appropriately happy memory even when Dementors were not around. Now she had to want to torture this creature, simply to torture it?
‘Do it or fail.’ Dark Arts indeed.

“Iris?” Iris looked to the professor, “Having some problems?”

“I have absolutely no desire to hurt this thing. Bit of a problem,”
she answered honestly.

He shook his head. For all her skill at dueling, she did struggle at times with casting hexes that required a certain amount of malice. Within a duel, he’d seen it was different. Unlike Darius, she would probably be capable of casting against a human. It was like there was a switch, and when she dueled she could channel those emotions quite well for powerful attacks.
“I don’t suppose you can imagine it is a cheating duelist, can you?”

“Righteous anger.”

He smirked,
“I suppose that would be with you.” Simple hatred. He wondered how that could be tapped, and just as he wondered, the idea came to mind. He leaned forward a bit to whisper, weaving a tale of past accusations against her family. Flagg had witnessed a coldness when she discussed her father that was different from her brother’s warm dislike. He watched it cross her face, her thoughts, the emotions too strong to hide. “Try now.”

Trapped by the thoughts of hatred for the truths she knew were held in those accusations, known expectations, she spoke,

This time, the puff let out a cry. Unfortunately, that cry brought Iris right back to the present and her focus broke, eyes widening briefly at the pain she’d inflicted. She scooped up the puff in one hand and cooed an apology. Darius laughed and Flagg moved on, making note to work on teaching the students how to prolong it as he came upon Aradok.

His puff seemed quite uncomfortable, just before the man’s focus broke.
“Seems you’re getting it,” he complimented. At least, without help, he had been able to cause discomfort. Aradok was more of an academic, but he could channel emotion. Flagg was aware he could produce quite the patronus, and noted that, “Just think the opposite of a patronus spell, and you will have to hold on to that thought as with the patronus. Just make it one of hatred—and it is better if it is an actual memory.” If Iris was any example, though she now seemed to regret even harming the creature. He didn’t know if Aradok would have any such memories of something like hatred, pure malicious intent.


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« Reply #34 on: September 22, 2013, 08:23:57 pm »
During his own attempts, Aradok had witnessed the failures and successes of his other classmates. The one true success came from Rosier, and somehow the Gryffindor was not surprised.  He knew that Rosier would be good at something like that after being publically humiliated. Of course, even though he had made his puff squeal, he had lost his concentration easily. It was Aradok’s  focus that would make him a great wizard, and he prided himself in it.

He noticed that Flagg was making his way about the room, commenting and advising on sight.

Before him, it was Iris. She had failed in her first couple of attempts just as he had, but in her last one, she made her puff squeal. He gave her an encouraging smile before he tried his third attempt. That was his first successful try, and he was glad for it because when he had lost focus on the spell, he heard Flagg compliment him from the side. So he’d witnessed the whole thing then? That meant he’d have at least one more try before he went and observed another student.

“A patronus, huh?”
Aradok pondered the thought, realizing shortly afterwards that he did not have any real memories to spark hatred in him. “I don’t think I have such a memory, Professor.” The lack of a truly happy memory, however, did not stop him from producing a splendid patronus. It was all in his manner of thinking, and the emotion behind the spell. If he could find the right emotion, he was sure he could master the spell through a scenario. Just like his patronus.

He found the scenario that had made his patronus possible, and he altered it. He fabricated a scenario, not a whole lot unlike his past one, but instead of focusing in dark thoughts, he made hatred the foundation. His thoughts were venomous and horrid in nature. He knew that if he thought about it too much, he’d feel ashamed of himself, but he was doing what was necessary for his education. If he wanted to become a superb wizard, a certain amount of malicious thoughts were necessary.

Ara looked at the Professor, smiled, and pointed the wand at the puff.

Closing his eyes briefly, Aradok let the scenario consume him, and the emotion completely overcome him. The scenario had been fashioned in the form of a memory, as if it had actually happened. It was a fake scenario, but in his heart he made it seem real. When he opened his eyes, he looked at the puff. In that moment, it wasn’t a puff anymore, it was merely an object that he was targeting. An enemy.

His wand began to subtly shake before he even said the enchantment.


Once more, the puff did nothing much more than squirm. It didn’t squeak, but it struggled more than he had before. Aradok did not let his spell waver, instead, he propelled his mind into truly experiencing the scenario, feeding from it. Playing it over and over again, reliving the memory. He felt the spell become more powerful the longer that he focused. He blocked the outside world, concentrating purely on inflicting pain.

The more he sustained the spell, the more the puff squirmed. A few seconds after the puff contorted its tiny body in pain, it let out a squeal. A few seconds after that, it shrieked. The sound of the pygmy’s cry was so loud that Ara’s spell broke off immediately. The little pygmy was breathing hard, exhausted from the torture. It cried still, but it was only a fraction of the agony, the whimper that remained after an injury.

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« Reply #35 on: September 22, 2013, 08:30:02 pm »
The class continued in the vein of students practicing the spell and being advised by Flagg. Darius was instructed to return to practicing to Imperio, which he still struggled with—even on a puff. Iris was also advised to switch, more because the Cruciatus curse appeared to be one that was going to be more difficult for her to master than Imperius.

Flagg was right.

Enforcing her will on another was somehow easier than the Cruciatus curse. It was difficult to hold the focus, and during the period of the course she was not successful in it lasting longer than a few seconds. A nagging ate at the back of her mind about how wrong it was, how like Alan Pyrite it was—her father had never been under Imperius, but he knew how to use it.

Darius had no talent with Imperius. Throughout the course of the class, he couldn’t manage it once. If nothing else, this class certainly taught him that the Unforgivables were not as easy as he suspected.

When at last the class came to an end, most of the students were frustrated, clearly expecting more of themselves. Flagg was quick to say,
“You all did very good. These curses are difficult ones to master, and I certainly hope you will never have to use them again,” a smile, “But should you have reason, you will be able to use them.” One thing he’d insisted on through the years was that defense was good, but defense was better when you knew the Dark Arts themselves. It allowed a more intimate knowledge of the spells one tried to defend against, and also gave the knowledge of how to use them if it was necessary to be on the offensive.

Few people ever wanted to have a need for these spells, of course, much like some martial artists certainly hope never to have a “need” to fight an opponent outside of tournaments.

The puffs were to be returned to him, though he encouraged students to come by and visit their puff. He understood some students couldn’t keep them—Iris had a cat that was liable to eat all the puffs in the Slytherin dungeon. It had eaten other pets before.
“Iris,” Flagg called to her as she put her bag over her shoulder. “When will you be available today?”

“After six,” she answered. She knew what he needed. They’d have to gather the supplies to bring to the Great Hall for the Dueling Club. They couldn’t start setting up until after dinner, and dinner tended to end at 8:30. That gave them thirty minutes to set up. It was always necessary to have the dummies and other such things down to that floor before then. “I have magical theory at four,” she noted.

“Then we shall meet at my office at 7:30.”
That would give her a bit of time to catch dinner before sprinting off to fetch things. Iris nodded her consent to that idea. “Speak to Roxanna about the Cruciatus curse,” he advised as an afterthought. “She may have some ideas to help you overcome the difficulties you are having.” Theory was her area, after all. Out of the box ideas to perform magic always tended to come from her, eccentric and practical alike.

“Will do,”
Iris agreed.


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« Reply #36 on: September 22, 2013, 08:45:31 pm »
Aradok felt good about the Cruciatus curse. The idea of practicing such spell outside of the classroom soon became a temptation, and he was certain he could do it in the room of requirement. In the classroom, he kept improving, making his puff squeal almost every single time after that. There was no looking back, and he promised himself that he would only get better from there. A small feeling of guilt crept up on him when he looked down at the exhausted pygmy. He had a feeling that poor little Diggle would not come back.

“I’m sorry, little guy.”
He half meant it.

The Imperius curse was a lot trickier than Aradok expected. He had trouble making the puff do things that the others seemed to be able to do. Only small commands were followed, but nothing too extravagant. Ara knew that it was something that he was missing in the theory. Ara planned in his head a trip to the library to research the curse – if Professor Flagg had really gotten approval from McGonagall, the librarian would not question him.

His record was clean.

Time went by quickly, and Aradok was surprised when he had to return Diggle to Flagg. Would they be changing puffs every class? Would they move on to bigger, more powerful, creatures? He was ready to walk out of the classroom when Iris was held back momentarily. Aradok waited for her outside to give her some privacy with Flagg. He hadn’t asked Aradok to stay, so he wouldn’t intrude.

Transfiguration was next, and it was an interesting lecture at most. Ara was able to transfigure actual features on a face quite easily, and he earned praise for his natural talent at the subject. Only a couple of other students received praise like he did. At long last when the lecture was over, Ara picked up his things and headed over to the Great Hall. Lunch time was here, and he was anxious to tell the others the wicked things he had done in Dark Arts.

“Shit – really?” Geoff sounded surprised, his mouth still chewing. “He’s mad! I mean, I always sort of knew it, but now I really know!”

“Not at all,” said Ara, shaking his head. “Flagg is brilliant, I love the subject.” His plate had a little bit of all kinds of foods, but he had remembered to keep an eye out for things that might be counterproductive to his diet. The tournament was just around the corner, and although unlikely, he wanted to be prepared in case he was selected as champion. After dueling club in the night, he’d run a couple laps in the field.

“We’re still transfiguring objects,” said Henri, engrossed in Ara’s description of facial transfigurations. “You must be really good if Crumb gave you full marks in the first class.” Cordelia Crumb was the Transfiguration Professor, and the Head of Ravenclaw house. She was liked universally by the students, for she was lenient and respectful of the students. She allowed them to talk if they got their work done. “I didn’t do as well as I hoped.”

“Cause you stink,” added Geoff with a grin. Henri shoved him playfully.

“I’m sure you did just fine,” said Ara with a small smile.

Others soon began to arrive at the table, Cora and several others joining them at the table. Their group now looked to be one of the larger congregations in the hall. The Goblet of Fire was still there, and students trafficking their names into it were still quite common. So common, actually, that Aradok wondered if the whole school had entered their names into the goblet. He awaited the end of the week anxiously, desperate to know who would be representing them in this tournament of legend.

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« Reply #37 on: September 22, 2013, 08:49:44 pm »
Aradok had class right after, so Iris instead took a trip to the library. It was there that Zephyr found her. “Hey,” he took her away from the book she was reading, all about the past Triwizard competitions. She blinked and looked up, “I thought I’d find you here. Do you know it’s lunch time?” Of course, she shook her head. Her twin let out an exasperated sigh, “You’d die of starvation without me.”

the book had already been checked out, so she pushed it into her bag and put that over her shoulder. “How was Transfiguration?” Zephyr had the course earlier in the day, with the other Slytherins who opted to take it.

he answered. “Mostly a lecture, then the professor told us to transfigure facial features.” There was a smile on his lips.

“What did you do?”

“I transfigured the face of the person sitting next to me. They didn’t like my changes.”
They also hadn’t given Zephyr permission. Needless to say, Hufflepuff house lost points. “I have a detention.” He did like the teacher, though. He just had a short attention span when he didn't think the topic relevant or interesting.

“First day. New record.”
Iris sounded mock-impressed with her deviant brother. “Shouldn’t you actually be practicing this, though? I thought you wanted to be an Animagus.”

Zephyr paused in walking, right before the Great Hall. It took a few moments for him to realize that this would actually benefit his quest to become an Animagus.
“SHIT.” His response earned laughter from Iris. “I didn’t even think—damn it. I wasted that class.”

“You have free time,”
Iris chuckled. “You can practice.”

Zephyr nodded, but he was clearly deflated with his newfound understanding of the opportunity he had passed up. He did so desperately want to be an Animagus, after all. He wanted to do that far more than he wanted to apparate to places.
“So, how was Dark Arts?” He noted Darius, “I see he’s still alive.” Disapproval.

“We’re learning the Unforgivables, so perhaps not for long,”
she answered, just as they took a seat with Aradok’s group. Zephyr stared, wide-eyed. She nodded.

“If you become a Death Eater—”

“Voldemort’s dead, Death Eater’s are gone.”
Firm and quick. They both knew otherwise, at least regarding the Death Eaters. Their father was still a part of the group, though more a social member. Attacks against muggles and muggle-borns continued to be committed by former Death Eaters and new recruits. The movement hadn’t died, it had just gotten quieter. The Ministry seemed hesitant to label the acting group as Death Eaters. The name still had power over the imagination. “Besides, I don’t share their beliefs.”

He wasn’t happy about anyone learning those spells. He thought they’d be better off forgotten. At her look, he changed the subject. The placement of the Goblet was convenient, and the conversation turned again to the tournament. He asked after previous ones since he had seen her book, and she filled him in, the unforgivable topic forgotten. 


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« Reply #38 on: September 22, 2013, 08:50:54 pm »
“Hey Ara,” said Cora as she sat next to him – only a wave was given to the others. “How was Dark Arts?”

Ara was about to answer her after a polite hello, but Geoff laughed loudly, which made Henri roll his eyes. “Yeah, that seems to be the topic of conversation lately, doesn’t it Ara?” He mimicked the way Cora said Aradok’s name, which earned him an eye roll from the pretty Slytherin this time. “Apparently they were practicing the Unforgivable curses. How fascinating!” Ara let a small smile appear on his lips, for Geoff spoke of the class sarcastically. He knew that his fellow Gryffindor would have done anything to be in the class, poking fun was just his way to cope.

“Thanks for answering for me,” joked Aradok.

Geoff waved it off, as if it were nothing. He’d always done that, ignoring instead of accepting criticism or responsibility. He really was something else. Only Aradok could deal with him for a long period of time, others weren’t so patient.

“It was pretty amazing,” said Ara, turning to her and beginning to tell her everything he thought merited the conversation. Cora looked delighted at having Ara to herself, even if just for a little.

Zephyr and Iris arrived soon after that, and they all exchanged hellos. More food appeared on the table, and even more people began to throw their names into the goblet. Ara looked over to the students, sometimes admitting how capable they were, and other times trying to understand why they would even try. Of course, a little voice in his mind reminded him that people may think of him the same way. Perhaps he was in over his head on the whole tournament thing.

“Death Eaters?” Geoff inquired as he overheard their conversation, bringing Ara back into present conversation. “I thought those bunch of losers had died right along with Volde-what’s-his-face.”

“That’s what Iris just said, you big idiot.”

Henri swallowed a bite of his food before clearing his throat and speaking. “I don’t know, some people say that they are still around.” His voice had interest in it, and he spoke matter-of-factly.

“Some people?” Ara questioned between bites.

“I don’t know, Ministry investigators. I’ve read several articles in the Prophet that question whether or not they are really gone. Yes, I read the prophet,” said Henri to Geoff before the latter could even speak. “We can never really just assume something; it’s what I’m getting at. Even the Quibbler has written some articles on it. They’re very interesting.”

“The Quibbler isn’t very reliable,” Ara took another piece of sliced fruit. “They are very fun to read, though.”

“Ugh, the Quibbler is shit. Everybody knows that!”

“During the last wizarding war the Quibbler was the only magazine that published the truth about Harry Potter and the others. The Ministry had been taken over by dark wizards – although, it stopped after things got messy. I don’t know. Who does, really?” He surely couldn't be sure about that. Henri couldn't really be sure about a lot of things, which is why he wanted to read and learn as much as he could. Who knew, perhaps one day he would be a great scholar. Like Ara.

Talk of Death Eaters continued, with Ara joking that he would join just to learn more about them. A true academic.

“Did Zephyr tell you about his misadventures in Transfiguration, Iris?” Cara had asked her fellow Slytherin friend, trying to fight back a laugh. “It was hilarious, you should have been there. Crumb actually got a little upset.” Just a little. Cora had laughed at what he’d done to the other students, but hushed after Crumb had gotten after him. Still, she’d been amused.

Aradok smiled. “What’d you do?”

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« Reply #39 on: September 22, 2013, 08:52:33 pm »
‘Who does?’ Iris wanted to echo it, but resisted the urge. She knew. Zephyr knew. She could have given them names of practicing Death Eaters. It was for that reason that Iris couldn’t really join the conversation about Death Eaters, though Zephyr happily joked as it continued on.

“They’re a pretty stupid bunch, they’d probably never realize you weren’t one of them, Ara,” he had agreed.

‘That is our father!’
Not that Iris was proud of what he did. Not that she would ever defend him for his decisions, but he was still kin. Despite the desperate need to cut ties and stand on her own, Iris would not do so in a way that demeaned her family.

Talk of Death Eaters was too close to home to be joked about.
‘Perhaps I should learn.’ It’d certainly keep Zephyr from implying that her loyalties were questionable. Though, it wasn’t really a joking matter. The Death Eaters weren’t that stupid, either. Aradok would be murdered if he thought to play such a dangerous game. Perhaps Cora noticed her discomfort, for she spoke up on another topic. Transfiguration.

Zephyr straightened his back a little at the attention brought to him.
“He didn’t go into details,” details were rarely needed. The two often guessed accurately about the misadventures of the other. Twin bond or something of the sort that others believed was nonsense. He hadn’t told her the target, either, but she guessed.

Guessed right.
“Well, Mai decided to sit next to me, you know, harass me in class about you,” he looked to Iris, then spoke to his audience as Aradok seemed quite fascinated. “As you know, Ara, today was about facial manipulations, and I decided that Mai would be a lot less self conscious if I changed her face up some!”

Iris brought a hand to her forehead, but she was smiling through the embarrassment.
“I figured Darius is the sort who’d like her if she had a nose like a Persian cat, some really big ear lobes, wider eyes—she’s always complaining about their shape—sunken cheeks, and a beauty mark.” That was probably where Mai lost it. “Of course, these things were sort of…exaggerated. The beauty mark in particular. It took up maybe most of the left side of her face, and had a delightful hair sticking out the center of it before Crumb told me to stop.”

Iris’s hand had slipped down to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t be heard laughing. She hardly could. That did explain why Mai wasn’t present in the Great Hall, though. Poor girl probably had to be taken to the nurse, or else she was hiding from embarrassment.
“So, needless to say, I have detention. Beat last year’s record.”

“Now you just have to find a way to get detention on the day of Sorting next year,”
Iris noted.

Zephyr beamed,
“Challenge accepted.” He had already considered that. He’d have to make McGonagall the target. He loved her to death, but he wasn’t leaving here without tripping her up just once—just once! And as he thought of that, suddenly his smile faltered, “Gah, and I wasted that class, too.” In an overly dramatic fashion, he brought both of his hands to cover his face, “I want to be an Animagus and I didn’t even try to shift myself to be an animal. Wasted, wasted, wasted. She probably won't let me practice again in class for weeks!”

Iris patted him on the back, but her grin said it all.
‘My victory.’ He suffered because she’d reminded him.


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« Reply #40 on: September 22, 2013, 08:56:43 pm »
Ara followed their ensuing conversation closely, but was a little curious as to why Iris had remained silent throughout the death eater topic. Could she be hiding something from the group? Could she possibly know any actual death eaters? Ara could not be sure, for he didn’t notice anything different about Zeph. He was able to speak normally throughout their conversation. Perhaps it was simply a subject that Iris didn’t enjoy, for when they moved on to Zephyr’s happenings in Transfiguration, she seemed more relaxed.

She even tried to fight back the laughter that Zephyr’s changes to Mai caused throughout the group. Ara could tell that others were looking at them funny.

“I’ll try to help you get detention during sorting next year,” said Ara, muffling a laugh. “It’ll be our last year, anyway, might as well make the most of it.”

“Me too, I’ll help,” added Iris, giving Ara a smile. “Though you shouldn’t do it, Ara, you’ll probably be Head Boy next year. Your reputation might be tarnished,” then a though occurred to her, and she quietly laughed. “Maybe it should be you who gives him detention!” Why hadn’t she thought of that before? Then she contemplated the thought that perhaps they couldn’t give detention during sorting. Still, she knew that Zephyr would try.

Ara smiled, taking in the idea. “I could turn him in to McGonagall, but she’d know that something would be wrong about the whole thing. She’s clever that way.” That she was. There was general agreement to that fact, and nobody would voluntarily try to provoke the Headmistress. One day, perhaps.

“You know,” said Henri to Zephyr. “We went over Animaguses last year in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. I’ve read only a little about them, but I can tell that the magic is advanced stuff. The transfiguration could go wrong in so many ways, not to mention the fact that you must register yourself to the Ministry! Often people work together on such a subject.”

“That’s always been more of a suggestion,” added Geoff, clueless as usual. He gobbled up more food just as Henri opened his mouth to respond.

“I don’t think so,”
responded Henri, but the idea was intriguing. It was possible to visibly see Henri thinking about attempting to become an animagus. It would definitely be fun to be one. “Anyway, I found the magic and the theory to be very interesting. I think I’m actually going to pick up some books on that at the library, actually. You can never read too much.”

Ara could see great potential in Henri, and admitted that they were similar in many ways. The older Gryffindor, however, would never boast about his knowledge, like Henri often did – at least not intentionally. A chuckle escaped his lips, for Henri’s condescending words might not be intentional either. It didn’t immediately matter. Ara turned to look at Zephyr, and smiled.

“Don’t worry Zeph, I can lend you my notes on the lectures and explain anything you might have missed. If I can help it you’ll at least remember the new theory we covered. It’s bound to help at least a little.”

Cora smiled and blushed slightly. He was so nice.

“I think it was the practice that he missed,”
added Henri with a shrug. “It’s not like you can practice something like that, shifting, without attracting unwanted eyes anyway. You’d have to practice somewhere more privately.”

“That’s true,” said Cora, “but I don’t see why someone would put so much time and devotion into becoming an animal. That’s sort of disgusting.”

“It could be useful,” added Henri.

“Sounds lame,” said Geoff.

Ara shook his head. It was something that could be very useful, but he didn't see himself bothering with it. He'd probably use what little free time he had to go out flying into the field. He could not simply just drop his practice and lose his edge. Lots of things just seemed to demand his time this year, and it would be especially hard if he were chosen as a Hogwarts Champion. Only time could tell. 

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« Reply #41 on: September 22, 2013, 08:59:11 pm »
Zephyr grinned at the idea of Aradok helping him. The poor man’s reputation would be over in his last year of school. He wondered if future employers would look favorably upon that. Well, that was Aradok’s problem, not his. He didn’t want some cushy job that required someone to follow all directions. He needed something that required his use of instinct and intuition—dragons!

Henri brought the topic back around to one he liked,
“Oh yeah, we did go over that stuff,” he muttered to himself. Henri was a couple of years younger. He had tried to pay attention, but when he learned that they wouldn’t be taught how to be animaguses, his attention slipped. “We don’t have to register.”

Iris glared at him.

“Padfoot, Prongs, Traitor,”
he stated. They were his heroes, not Harry Potter, but the group of troublemakers. He also revered Fred and George Weasley, and was pleased his sister was a fan of their brand of pranks. She liked to buy their things and share with him. “She won’t help me!” Because he didn’t want to register, of course, and she had little interest in being an animagus herself.

When Henri said he planned to pick up more books, and seemed to understand what it was Zephyr missed, Zephyr reached across the table to grab one of his hands,
“Help me!” There was a pleading note. Iris hit her own forehead, muttered something under her breath. “I will pay you, or something. Please!”

“You are desperate.”

“I wanna fly!”
Broom wasn’t enough. Dragons wouldn’t be enough. Nothing would be enough until he had his own wings and flew on his own.

“I don’t think you get to decide what your animagus is.”

He ignored that. Cora’s words struck a nerve and his look lost all of its humor.
“Why don’t you go tell that to our Headmistress, eh?” He’d get her back later for that, but right then he’d just threaten to get her on the Headmistress’s bad side. McGonagall was a cat animagus. Zephyr still remembered watching her shift forms, and that had been the moment he decided he had to become an animagus. That had been his first year at Hogwarts.


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« Reply #42 on: September 22, 2013, 09:01:13 pm »
“I don’t think so either,” added Aradok as he went over what he knew about Animaguses in his head. They couldn’t choose their animagus like they couldn’t choose their patronus – it spoke something of their character, their personality. “Just keep your fingers crossed and think of flight and feathers.” Ara teased playfully, but he didn’t confront him like Cora did. She must have hurt his feelings, for Zephyr seemed to have lost his usual fire and playfulness.

She realized her mistake quickly, however, for she frowned and turned to look at Zephyr. “I’m sorry,” it was a genuine apology, for her eyes mirrored her regret, “I didn’t mean to say it so harshly. It’s just not my thing. I should have spoken better.”

Things seemed to have gotten a little tense, but Cora’s apology made it better. She didn’t like hurting other people’s feelings –excluding Rosier, of course. It just came to show how even she needed to watch her words, for she may yet say insensitive things when not thinking. Ara gave Cora an encouraging smile before turning his attention to Henri, who had waited a bit before answering Zephyr’s pleas. The Hufflepuff must have really wanted to be an animagus, for it was as if he couldn’t contain his desperation.

“You don’t need to pay me Zeph, we’re friends,” said Henri with a shy smile, “we’ll need to find someplace safe to practice, though. We can’t do it in the hall, and we don’t share the same common room.” Henri was more than willing to help out Zeph. They could become closer friends and learn how to become Animaguses at the same time. It would be great.

“You’re both mad!” Geoffrey sounded more amused than confrontational. “Even I wouldn’t do that, I’d get expelled.”

Cora let out a short laugh, but it was Henri who spoke. “That’s because you’d get caught.” General laughter followed shortly after this.

“I would not!”

“You just said you’d get expelled, how would that happen if you didn’t get caught?” This seemed to have made Geoff fall silent. He couldn’t respond to that without making even more of a fool out of himself.  Why couldn’t he just win an argument? Just once?

Aradok did not have to look at Geoff long to notice that he had been a bit deflated by Henri. It was not often that his spirit faltered, but every time that it did Ara provided support for him. “Well, you can always use the Come and Go Room. I’ve used it a couple of times before.” The others turned their attention from Geoff to him, questioning what that room even was with their mere blank expression. “The Come and Go Room? The Room of Requirement?”

Geoff exchanged a quick glance of appreciation with Ara for taking the spotlight from him. He could thank him properly later.

“I’ve read about that,”
said Henri to no surprise, “though I heard that it is very hard to open.”

“Not to open,” Ara disagreed, “just to find. Most students sadly overlook its usefulness.”

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« Reply #43 on: September 22, 2013, 09:06:14 pm »
Zephyr rarely held a grudge when an apology was quick and sincere. He smiled, though it was a bit dimmed. “Accepted!” He’d fully forgive later, but the process had quickly begun. Of course, animosity was fading quicker because Henri agreed to help him. He squeezed the other boy’s hand with glee.

He did bring up a problem, and Zephyr started to think. Just before he could say it, though, Aradok did. Zephyr had spent his entire first year looking for it, and he did find it near the end. He showed it to Iris shortly thereafter, and he knew now and then she held dueling meetings there. His obsession with it stemmed from the stories he heard.
“I know how to find it,” he winked to Aradok. “The Room of Hidden Things is even working again, though it’s still pretty charred by that fiendfyre. Iris, have you got that down yet?” He remembered she spoke of it. She nodded. “Sweet. Anyway, people are using it again.” He’d seen some interesting things there, though he never stole any of it, tempting though it had been.

He let go of Henri’s hand and settled back down in his seat.
“We can go after dinner!”

“And how will you avoid being caught after curfew?”
Iris asked. She imagined the two would lose track of time.

The blank expression showed that Zephyr hadn’t considered that.
“Uh…we’ll be extra sneaky?” He usually didn’t have a problem avoiding teachers, and the portraits weren’t inclined to waste their breath tattling on him any longer. At least Peeves liked him, though. He often redirected the caretaker or others for Zephyr when he was out and about. “I have got to save my money for a cloak.”

“You could learn to make an invisibility potion, or even a spell.”

“Do you know either of those.”


“What do you want for it?”

Iris smirked, considering. She could make a potion that made people invisible. Spell meant she’d have to teach either Zephyr or Henri how to turn themselves invisible, and there was no constant profit in that. She also needed more practice with it herself. It was not a spell she used with any frequency. The disillusionment charm was decently complicated transfiguration magic, though. It might aid them both if they figured it out. “Pick your poison, Zephyr.”

“Poison. I mean, potion.”
He smirked.

Iris nodded.
“Cover the cost of ingredients, get me some treats from Hogsmeade, and I’ll work on it. Obviously, you’ll have to just be extra sneaky for tonight, and until I get the ingredients.”

Zephyr offered his hand,

Iris accepted,
“Deal.” They shook once, and then Iris dug her notebook out to begin writing out the ingredients for Zephyr to start purchasing.


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« Reply #44 on: September 22, 2013, 09:11:04 pm »
Cora was relieved that Zeph was quick in accepting her apology, even if he still seemed a little disheartened. The conversation continued, but Ara couldn’t help but be surprised that Iris had actually successfully performed fiendfyre. Among other things, he was unwilling to try that at all. He didn’t say anything right then, but he knew that he would find a better time to ask her about it. It looked complicated like nothing he had ever seen, and even the unforgivable curses gave more room for him to practice than that.

“You do?”
Henri was slightly surprised, but his smile soon widened. “That’s excellent! That gives us endless possibilities!”

Little Henri agreed to venture out that same night.

The next topic emerged, matters concerning how Zeph and Henri were to remain hidden after curfew. Aradok would look the over way and pretend to be ignorant of the activities he was supposed to stop. A feeling of hypocrisy came over him, but he was in no real position to prevent them from practicing magic. There were worse things they could be doing, and other students were. It was to the others that Ara should pay attention to.

Students around the great hall began to rise from their tables and leave, most of them in groups of admiring awe and giggles. Ara knew that it was time for most of the students to get back to their studies, and for him such a class was Arithmancy. He checked to see that he had everything he needed in his bag – parchment, charts, ink, quills. Henri rose, too, and soon after that the whole hall was shifting in motion.

The goblet was burning brighter than ever, perhaps it’s hunger satisfied.

“What class do you have next?” Cora asked Ara, but it sounded as if she had asked the group in general. She realized this only until after she had said it.

“Advanced Arithmancy,” said Ara, going over his schedule in his head. “Ancient Runes after that. And the Dueling Club to finish my day.”

Cora’s pillowy lips frowned slightly, for she had neither of those classes at all. Even though she had sworn off any attempt at captivating Aradok, she could only be disappointed at having such a different schedule than him. Perhaps she could show Aradok her support in the evening by being present in the meeting? Something to think about.  “I’ve got Advanced Potions and Charms.”

Henri stated that he had Transfiguration right after lunch, whereas Geoff said that he had a free period next. As everyone started leaving in their own direction, Geoffrey remained behind in the great hall. He leaned in on the table with his elbows and yawned, suddenly bored out of his mind. Only a few of the older students had stayed behind, while all the younger ones found that they had a fuller schedule. None of those in the hall with him paid him any mind, they all just ignored him. 

Since nobody else had taken Arithmancy that term, Aradok found himself walking into a class with about ten other students. Professor Montague had already arranged several diagrams on the blackboard, numbers creating circles and shapes – some circled some underlined. Aradok found a familiar face in Marzia, the Ravenclaw prefect, and took a seat by her side, where they engaged in polite conversation until the lecture began. Apparently she hadn’t changed her mind and had refused to place her name in the goblet, but all her friends had decided to enter.

So it was true that most of the student body had submitted their names.

“It’s nice to see that at least some of you decided to continue in the practice of numbers and their magical properties. Why don’t we start?”

And so the lecture began. Theory, theory, theory.

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« Reply #45 on: September 22, 2013, 09:11:59 pm »
Iris also had a free period following lunch, until Magical Theory. Briefly, she considered humoring Geoffrey with an invitation to do something—chess, conversation, something of the sort, but she soon decided otherwise. If she was going to work on invisibilities potions, she might as well set up her cauldron and get prepared. Perhaps she had enough ingredients on hand as it was to begin brewing, or she could find out about borrowing some.

Into the dungeons she descended and found Mai present. The girl rose,
“Your brother—”

“—made a fool of you. I know. Deal with him, not me,”
she brushed her off easily, moving by to where the cauldrons were.  The dormitories were equipped with places to practice spells for homework, as well as to brew potions. Slytherin was no exception.

Iris went to her cauldron, a gorgeous silver thing. Besides it was a calendar. There was an art in timing. Moon and sun influenced potion craft. The invisibility potion had to be made on a new moon, and made quickly. Once it was started, Iris wouldn’t be able to turn her attention away. Timing was everything with potioncraft in general. The powdered crystals were the last ingredients, and if the timing was correct they’d create a flash of blinding light. The liquid would then be clearer than water.

She checked the drawer and cabinet besides her cauldron to see what ingredients she had. She had most that she needed—cherries, powdered quartz crystal, shrinking violet essence, and water, but no thestral hair.

she sighed aloud. That one could be difficult to obtain. She closed up drawer and cabinet both.

She spent her time instead going over the book on the previous Triwizard tournaments before it was time for Magical Theory. She had it with the Ravenclaws this period, and there seemed to be plenty of them—it was more up their alley, after all. The course was practically all lecture, and would remain that way for most of the year. Opportunity to practice the theory was to take place mostly outside of class. Until then, they would be learning the theory of how spells were constructed, by deconstructing known spells, identifying the eras they were created in, who created them, and other such things.

Fittingly, the Unforgiveable Curses were a part of that first day’s lecture, and Iris was able to approach the professor afterwards to discuss her difficulties with the cruciatus curse. The conversation took longer than Iris realized. She hardly had time to rush to the Great Hall to snatch up something for dinner, before rushing out just as quickly to meet with Flagg. There was no time to stay and chat with anyone, though Zephyr protested and tried to get her to stay.

He took another roll as she ran off, munched on it to express his utter displeasure with her running about. Well, at least that would mean the Room of Requirement should be open, no secret dueling meetings there.

Iris found Flagg outside of his office, as expected. He hailed her as she approached,
“How was the first day?”

she answered. “I talked to professor Littrel about the curse, and she gave me a few ideas.”

He nodded,
“Good,” he knew Iris wouldn’t give up on it, even if she didn’t like it much. They walked down the hall, to the moving staircases. The items required for the dueling club were kept in a storage room on the 4th floor. “Xander and I were talking earlier,” he began, “We were considering introducing the new students, and those from the other schools, to dueling via a showcase, if you would allow it.” It was her club, even if he was the sponsor.

As expected, she looked quite excited about the idea,
“Yes!” She knew Flagg was an excellent dualist in his own right. “That would be wonderful. I’ll introduce you two.”


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« Reply #46 on: September 22, 2013, 09:17:21 pm »
The rest of the afternoon flew by quickly, and before long Aradok’s mind had been filled with all this new information that he grew anxious to try out. Everything about the day just seemed to ignite a passion inside him that seemed to be muffled by the summer’s eventless activities. The only thing that would be missing that year was Quidditch, but even then, all of these new lectures were so advanced that Ara couldn’t help but take comfort in his already mounting homework. Homework, to him anyway, was amazing.

“Want to get together to make the charts together?” Marzia had asked Ara right after the lecture, and Ara agreed with a smile. Although he didn’t necessarily enjoy working in teams when it came to homework, working on these difficult charts with someone who was also clearly one of the smarter students in the class seemed like a good idea. “Great,” she flashed him a mirrored smile, “why don’t we work on them tonight?”

Ara shook his head slightly, going over his already busy schedule. “I can’t tonight, I have Dueling Club right after dinner, but why don’t we meet tomorrow. I don’t have a free period until lunch, though.” Just then Ara realized that was time that he had allotted to go out on the field to fly around on his broomstick. That could be postponed, since the charts were to be drawn and turned in the following day. He’d have to fly until the weekend, once he knew who the champions were.

“That sounds perfect,” she said giving him a wave as she walked off. “I have a free afternoon tomorrow, so I’ll see you then.” Marzia then joined her group of giggling followers before finally making a turn and disappearing from Ara’s sight. Ara let his half raised hand fall absentmindedly, and when he turned to venture to the Great Hall, he saw Geoff leaning on the wall with a smile, his head shaking disapprovingly.

“I think she fancies you, mate,” said the Gryffindor in greeting.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Ara with a smile.

They both made their way down the staircases and into the Great Hall. The Goblet of Fire had been moved to the back of the room, towards where the staff tables were usually set up. Even now, students were still adding their names to it. ‘Are there any more students even left?’ The thought came quickly, and he only contemplated it for a bit. There must be, though he didn’t see how. A wave from his friends at their usual table distracted him, and as he approached he kept his eyes on the goblet’s blue fire.

“You just missed Iris,” said Henri as he took a bite from his dinner. They were all assembled there as they usually were, even Cora who did not seem to be eating anything. “She hardly spoke a word to us, seemed she was in a hurry.”

“She must be,” said Ara as his eyes looked over to the table with all the food. “The Dueling Club has their first meeting tonight, and I’m sure she has plentiful things to do before then. I’m going to get some food, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll go with you,” announced Cora as she rose from the bench. “I haven’t had dinner either.”

Together they each got some food, Ara taking notice of how politely Cora had been about accompanying him to get some food. Had she waited for him so that he wouldn’t eat alone? Ara didn’t realize just how thoughtful her gesture had been, but he appreciated it nonetheless. When they walked back to join their friends, Geoff had already made himself comfortable. Ara gave Cora a warm smile before they both sat down. Dinner wouldn’t be that much longer, for it was almost 9:00.

“Are any of you staying for the Dueling Club?” Ara was curious to see who would join him, and potentially who he would duel in the future.

“I’ll stay, but probably won’t participate.” Cora was out, too.

“Hell no,” said Geoff who pretended to have better things to do. No surprise there.

“Nope,” said Henri, shooting a curious look to Zeph, “I have other things planned for tonight.” So it seemed that it would just be him and Iris. That was fine with him, though he knew that she would pummel him to the ground if they were paired up.

“Oh yeah,” said Ara with a serious expression. “I’d nearly forgotten.”

At that moment, Xander walked into the Great Hall, but he wasn’t dressed in his usual ministry robes. It seemed like he was dressed more comfortably, which was a little strange. He paid the students little mind, with just quick nods and hellos. With his long and quick strides he made his way to the back of the room, seemingly to observe the Goblet, which was still burning as brightly as it had the whole day.

“What do you think he’s here for?”
Clearly Geoff couldn’t keep quiet about it.

“I don’t know, the Dueling Club, probably.”

Shrugs went all around the table. The evening had taken a toll on all of them, for their spirits seemed a little tired after their first day.

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« Reply #47 on: September 22, 2013, 09:23:54 pm »
Zephyr’s eyes brightened when Henri passed him that look, noted he had plans. Zephyr hadn’t mentioned it again, but it hadn’t slipped his mind. He was more than pleased that Henri planned to tag along. “You know I don’t go to that club meeting,” sibling rivalry would escalate to extremes. Zephyr was also bound to hex anyone who managed to hurt his sister, regardless. He’d certainly considered it a time or two.

At that moment, Xander walked into the room, though he didn’t go to get food. Zephyr glanced at Aradok as he deduced a reason.
“Quite possible,” Charlotte was the one who spoke. “Xander and Flagg seem close,” she said. She’d caught the two chatting earlier that day. “Maybe Xander is a duelist, too.” She didn’t know of any reputation, but then, she didn’t keep up on such news. She still wasn’t sure what one could do ‘professionally’ that involved duelist skills.

Well, perhaps it was more hobby anyway.
“Iris didn’t mention it,” Zephyr said, finished off another roll. “I guess he might just be going to watch,” in earlier years, he knew she’d struggled to make that clear to Flagg. He took up another roll, apparently to bring with him, “You done, Henri?” He asked, not able to contain his excitement.

“Where are you two off to?”
Charlotte hadn’t been privy to the conversation.

He winked,
“Secret,” he answered.


Elsewhere, Professor Ruden and Iris were floating dueling items through the school, and down the stairs. The two were easily able to keep them up as Ruden spoke of how he knew Xander. The two had met briefly at Hogwarts; Ruden had been the Head Boy of Slytherin when Xander first entered the scene. They hadn’t had much time to really talk then, but Ruden returned a couple of years later.
“Though he taught me quite a bit when I became professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts,” Ruden chuckled. “He was part of my inspiration to push for a Dark Arts course to be taught here at Hogwarts. I had to do a lot of research, though.”

“Did you speak with the Highmaster?”
No need to clarify further.

Ruden nodded,
“I did. Speaking of,” he shared a smile, “He laughed at the idea of this dueling club being a challenge for his students, but encouraged them to see.”

Iris’s own smile widened.
“I know you have it out for Darius, but you’ll show him up, won’t you? He ought to be in attendance for the opening.”

“I will,” she already had an idea in mind and the glint of mischief was in her own eyes as they descended the staircase and let the items for the club down outside the Great Hall. They couldn’t start setting up until dinner was done. “Bit more to grab.”

Flagg nodded.
“I’ll stand guard.” There was always the concern that things would be stolen. Iris nodded and jogged back up the stairs to fetch the items that were still necessary.


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Re: A Tournament’s Revival [Closed]
« Reply #48 on: September 22, 2013, 09:37:33 pm »
Henri did not need to answer Charlotte’s question, for Zeph had said all that needed to be said. “I’m done,” confirmed the Gryffindor as he gathered all his things. Student movement would be heavy right after dinner, so slipping into the Room of Requirement would be most probable at that time. Henri looked over at Aradok, who gave him an encouraging thumbs-up, waving to his friends in farewell before departing the Great Hall alongside Zephyr.

“We’ll see you all tomorrow at breakfast.”

Together, they would venture out and do the unthinkable! To be Animaguses! The simple thought was enough to pump Henri into taking this journey with Zephyr.

Similarly to Zeph, Henri could not help but show his excitement about the whole thing. Defying the rules, trying out something particularly against wizarding law, it was all exciting in its own right. Although he had been a rule follower, just as Ara was (or so it seemed), he could see the appeal that had often swayed Geoff’s judgments. He walked closely with Zeph, but allowed him to lead the way. He had read a lot about the room, but would leave it to Zeph to show him there.

What would come first, the transfiguration? The theory?

Cora chuckled to herself as the two students left. “They might actually do it.”

"I wouldn't be surprised," replied Ara.

Dinner was finally coming to a close, with no more food appearing at the table. Students had already been finishing up and returning to their dormitories, except for those, of course, who were going to stay for the Dueling Club meeting. Most of them had left the room anyway to avoid helping with the setup, and would return promptly for when the actual meeting began. Aradok, however, remained behind with Cora to see if they could offer any help. Geoff didn’t seem interested, so he returned to the Gryffindor tower.

Xander also remained in the room, which confirmed his affiliation with the upcoming meeting. Sparks would fly. Literally.

The Dueling Club’s first meeting was near.

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« Reply #49 on: September 22, 2013, 09:38:30 pm »
Zephyr’s path crossed with Iris. They smiled, “Good luck,” they spoke in unison as Zephyr practically spun around the other to avoid disturbing the magic that kept several dummies aloft. The dummies were often used for practicing dangerous, complicated spells that had not yet been mastered enough to use in a duel.

When she returned to the ground floor, the dummies were placed to the side of the doors. Students were leaving. Right at nine PM, the plates vanished from the tables, and they were all moved to the side by magic. Flagg’s. He stood in the doorway. Only the teacher’s table remained, though it was cleared of all its food as well as transfigured into a platform. The chairs at that table were pushed aside.

Iris focused on setting up the dummies along the walls as Flagg, done with the simple task of clearing space, began to cast a few protective spells around the area to prevent things from getting out of hand. Iris personally checked the dummies to be sure all were enchanted. It would be bad if a fire cast at a dummy got out of hand. They were resistant to magic; they wouldn’t repel spells, but they would not be greatly affected by them.

All of this had to be done without greeting others. Familiar faces began to pile in, as well as a few new ones. Mostly, Durmstrang students dominated of the foreign ones, though there were a few from Beauxbaton’s, as well. The Durmstrang remained together.

First-Years showed their faces, curious, cautious, often escorted by older students. Indeed, Darius had brought one first year with him.
“It is best to start now,” was the word on everyone’s lips. The promise of learning more advanced magic than they’d see in their classes was also enticing.

The nurse of the school was not long in showing up, an elderly gentleman who was known for giving treats to those who came to see him. He always came. He was always needed, even if it was for something minimal. He found a seat near the back and sat there, soon approached by one of the students and engaged in conversation.

Meanwhile, Flagg and Iris finished up the task of transforming the Great Hall. Circles decorated the floor, boundaries for duelists so that they did not get in the way of others. There were rectangles from the dummies to where the duelist ought to stand before it. The lights of the hall were much brighter, and books soon placed themselves along shelves on the walls near the door. It was good for students to look up things to practice, and that information was made accessible. A few potions for knitting together wounds and dealing with poison were also lifted to the shelves.

Soon enough, the room was prepared, and Flagg walked to where Xander was, a smile on his face,
“She agreed,” and Flagg was excited to face his friend in a duel. It had been much too long. Last time, he’d still been able to win, but he was quite certain the prodigy Xander had improved.

Iris went up the steps, mounted the wooden platform. By now, the students were mingling about, talking, and distracted from the fact that things were about to begin. This was typical, and this was the moment that Iris liked best.

It wasn’t common knowledge that she could control fiendfyre. It had been something figured out during the end of last school year.

It was a great attention getter.

It would prove the Durmstrang students wrong. Iris lifted her wand aloft. She did not speak the incantation.

The fire roared to life in a sudden, deafening blaze of light. The sound and the heat drew immediate attention and brought an end to plenty of conversations as the fire seemed to be the wall behind her, form twisting into a wyrm that entangled itself upwards, forwards towards the group. It opened its maw, as if to blow the fire forward.

And then it vanished as Iris jerked her wand down. No breath of fire engulfed the Great Hall. The single fiend was naught but a spell.
“Welcome to the dueling club.”

And there was a roar of applause from some who had known she was working on the spell, and impressed first years. To her delight, the Durmstrang students seemed adequately encouraged. Darius looked stunned.
“I am Iris Pyrite, President of the dueling club. For those of you here the first time, I promise, you are not expected to be able to use Fiendfyre just yet, nor to cast silently—in fact, silent spells are forbidden for all students first year to fourth, and this includes practice on dummies.” It was better for others to hear what spells were being attempted in case something went wrong. At fifth year, students tended to have a better grasp of their magical capabilities. “For those of you who are new, and those of you who have been here before, you are in for a treat. Professor Ruden Flagg and Ministry worker Xander Regnard have agreed to give you an example of a professional duel!”

She sounded excited as well, and she could see the students begin to pass excited glances towards the two.
“Without further ado, I shall let them show you why you should join this club, before I bore you with further rules.” Iris bowed.

Flagg nodded to Xander, before he moved to take to the platform, applause greeting him and Xander.


Elsewhere, Zephyr had led Henri up to the seventh floor. He motioned to the tapestry of some fool attempting to teach ballet to trolls.
“It is across from there,” he said, and then motioned to the blank wall. “It won’t show itself to us unless,” he glanced around, paranoid.

He leaned forward to whisper,
“unless we’re both thinking the same thing. We have to walk by the room three times and be thinking the same thing. So, think of this as what you need—a room supplied for animagus practice which only Zephyr Pyrite and Henri De Capello can access.” That seemed like it closed all the loopholes. Zephyr could only hope so. He didn’t need someone busting them. “Ok? Now, follow me,” around it three times, and then they’d be able to enter and practice in a room tailored to their needs.
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Re: A Tournament’s Revival [Closed]
« Reply #50 on: September 22, 2013, 09:42:26 pm »
It was after nine, at long last. Xander was approached by Flagg, and he returned his smile as soon as he had heard the news. So the duel was right on schedule, as was the tournament and everything he had invested his time in. “Excellent,” said Xander, looking forward to the duel, it had been fun the last time. This time Xander promised himself that he would win, for he had learned a great deal since the last time they had played the game together.

Iris approached the platform, which made Aradok and Cora get closer to it, giving her an encouraging smile. Ara had never heard of Iris being nervous about – well – anything, so when she lifted her wand, the Gryffindor knew that something excellent was going to happen. He was not disappointed, for the fire that emerged from her wand was that same fire that he had been trying to perfect for a while. Fiendfyre danced around the great hall, and as soon as it dispersed, applause dominated the hall.

Could that feeling be pride in their friend?

Both Aradok and Cora clapped and shouted their support to Iris, and they weren’t the only ones. Students from all around the hall were impressed.  Cora in particular was very pleased to see that Rosier looked completely stunned about what her friend had just performed. The sight of Iris triumphant in a duel against Rosier was something she had been looking forward to since she met Rosier. When the news that Flagg and Xander would duel came to light, Aradok turned to look at Cora with a smile.

So he had been right.

“This is going to be great,” he said to his fellow Slytherin friend. “Remind me why didn’t I join this club before?”

Cora giggled, greeting Iris as she joined them to allow Xander and Flagg to take the platform. “I know it is,” said she, giving in, “and you preferred Quidditch to dueling, silly.”

They both laughed.

“That was amazing,” said Ara to Iris, and Cora agreed shortly after. He loved his friends.

Ara’s eyes then locked with the couple that had just taken the stage. Eager mutters could be heard throughout the room, and the anticipation felt tangible in its intensity. Even Aradok, who had never given dueling much though, was regretting his decision to ignore it for so long. That didn’t mean, however, that he was not a proficient duelist himself. The applause that had consumed the room when the fiendfyre was present came back again once the two duelists bowed to each other, as was standard duel etiquette.

Xander looked over at Flagg, gave him a sly smile and said “Good luck,” before he turned to walk towards his end of the platform. Each of their steps echoed throughout the now silent hall. He didn’t feel nervous at all, for the excitement to duel such a good friend was motivating enough. He held his wand tight, pointed it at Flagg, and breathed in deeply. The duel would begin in only moments, and he would be ready. Xander kept his eyes on his opponent, conscious of all the subtle, but dangerous, movements that could drop him to his knees.

As soon as the duel began, Xander flicked his wrist powerfully – his whole body moving with the incantation. From the tip of his wand three bursts of flames shot forward, each of them taking the shape of an eagle. The fire birds flew towards Flagg, aggressive in their attack. Xander knew just how easily Flagg could deal with these simple creatures, so he prepared defensively for his retaliation.

After all, Xander wanted to leave his best tricks for the end.


Henri had wished good luck to Iris just as Zephyr had when they bumped into her with all the dummies, giving her a wave as she moved on. He was a little sad that he would miss the action, but was beyond excited about the evening he would spend with Zephyr. He would be able to see Ara duel in the future, and hopefully the others, too, so the night would not at all be lost. Henri had read about Animaguses last term, and he had found them fascinating. It was extraordinary for Henri to have found another person who was equally, if not more, intrigued by the subject.

Zeph and Henri would grow close as friends throughout this journey they decided to take together.

Together they traveled to the seventh floor, and when Zeph pointed at the ballet with trolls painting, he fought back a chortle. It was a funny and memorable sight, but they needed to be quiet if they wanted to slip into the room of requirement unnoticed. When he looked upon the blank wall, he grew even more excited about it all. He knew the theory of the room, but he couldn’t believe that they had actually found the place where it would show itself. And all they needed to do was think the same thing? It seemed easy enough.

“Alright,” whispered Henri in return.

Side by side, the two friends walked back and forth across the room. It could work!

‘I need a room supplied for animagus practice which only Zephyr Pyrite and Henri De Capello can access.’

‘I need a room supplied for animagus practice which only Zephyr Pyrite and Henri De Capello can access.’

‘I need a room supplied for animagus practice which only Zephyr Pyrite and Henri De Capello can access.’

As they came across the room for the third time, a faint sound began to come from the wall. It rang softly across the empty hallway as the crevices of the door began to form on the wall. It was a great double-doored entrance, with carvings and figures glowing on the beautiful wood, and metal frames elegantly emerging. It was fascinating magic all around. The last things to form on the door were the handles, and it turned out to be a beautiful sight.

Henri turned to Zephyr, beaming with excitement and pride.

They’d done it. The first step towards becoming Animaguses. 

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« Reply #51 on: September 22, 2013, 09:44:24 pm »
Iris came to stand with Aradok and Cora, not letting the applause get to her head though it was difficult. “Thank you,” she said to Ara’s words. “Welcome to life outside of Quidditch,” she laughed a little, still eating up the success. This was part of why she was here, why she was president. This was where she could lead and assist in teaching. Prefect duties weren’t for her.

Her eyes moved to the two competitors as they bowed, respectful. She expected nothing less, and quietly decided to root for Flagg. He was the elder, and perhaps held an experience advantage—after all, he did practice in the dueling club, as well. He didn’t get a chance to truly exhibit his skill since he had to match the students he was helping, but he did get practice.

Ruden smiled,
“To you, as well,” he said as he straightened up, before turning and walking to the end of the platform. He turned, cloak swishing around him, and gave a subtle nod to Xander to begin. Xander knew well what an honor that was, for Ruden was a firm believer that the best defense was a strong offense.

He would live up to that. Wand tip took on a light blue glow, and he jabbed it at each of the fiery birds in turn, sending them spiraling back towards their caster. With the last jab, he sliced his wand horizontally in the air and made a violent upwards gesture with it once it was far right.
‘Adesse!’ The intent was to force Xander’s wand hand to lift up, hopefully disrupting whatever spell he intended to cast.

Mirth was in his eyes, and Ruden knew that his friend was going to hold back. Flagg had no such plan. He’d take every advantage presented to him, force his friend to be open to assault, and bring him down. He had always been an aggressive duelist, but knew Xander could stand up to that.


Zephyr grinned back at Henri’s excitement.
‘See?’ His expression said, before he hurried to the door and opened it, ushering Henri in.

Within, the room was supplied with a wide open space for the actual transfiguration practices. Mirrors decorated the room to allow them to easily witness what transfigurations were occurring from any angle. There were books on the subject supplied, known animaguses of history listed within, as well as books of how to go about it, theory and practice. Curiously, there appeared to be books relating to charms as well as transfiguration.

No cauldron or anything suggesting potions might be involved. Mirrors, books, and space. That was enough for Zephyr to smile, for that seemed to imply there would be enough practice.

A chalkboard was also there, which he imagined might be useful for Henri. The younger student was going to get stuck explaining why certain theories or ideas were important to Zephyr. No doubt, Zephyr would have difficulties practicing non-wand magic, which would be a requirement of it; the animagus could, after all, transform without the wand.

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« Reply #52 on: September 22, 2013, 09:58:09 pm »
The firebirds came flying back to him, and Xander chuckled to himself, having predicted a similar counter to his initial attack. If he could handle it, Xander would have to keep predicting Ruden’s action to keep up with him – and no doubt, the other would have to do the same for him. Ruden was an excellent duelist, so he would not have expected anything less of that. He moved his wand in a circular motion to dismiss the flames, but in the midst of his movement, he felt his wand arm jerk up sharply. He was surprise but how quickly the duel was escalating, but he did not let his brief moment of realization impact his retaliation.

In his mind, he quickly changed the spell to another and used the upward movement to lean into it. A perfectly casted shield charm, and improvement of the common Protego Shield, appeared before him. The birds tried to maneuver around it, but in the end they collapsed with it, turning into smoke immediately after contact. No deflection, but actual termination.

Aradok took notice of the awe that surrounded him from most of his fellow students. He, however, was not yet impressed by what he had seen. He knew how to cast a shield like that, and he was sure that casting predatory fire birds would not be entirely difficult if he set his mind to it. Still, both duelists moved with such speed and such ease that he could only admire the technique behind their common spells. It would be in technique that he would excel against others in dueling.

Xander did not wait for the smoke to disperse, for he pointed his wand forward ready to continue the duel. ‘Incarcerous!’ Ropes and chains flew from his wand towards Ruden. As soon as he had finished with his previous movement, his hand leaned smoothly into a familiar circular movement, the disarming charm. Such a simple spell could often come unpredicted in such an advanced duel, but if it could serve it’s purpose, Xander might have actually shortened the duel.


His arms moved back, ready to cast once more if needed.


Henri moved into the room of requirement without a second thought, looking about its spacious design to see exactly what had been provided to them. A glowing smile formed on his lips when he saw a large section of books – all sorts of sizes, ages, and topics. The young Gryffindor hurried over to them, reading the titles and simultaneously wondering whether he could take these books out of the room. He doubted it, for the room would provide unlimited amounts of resources if that were the case. Still, he could not help but be excited about it all.

“This is excellent!” Henri picked a specific book and showed it to his Hufflepuff companion. “Fix Transfigurations Gone Wrong in 3 Simple Steps, this will certainly come in handy! Oh, and there is a blackboard!”

He moved towards the blackboard and fetched his wand. With a short but sharp flick of his wrist, a piece of chalk rose from the stand and wrote Henri’s name in a messy cursive. “Nomen Scribo!” With another flick the chalk went on to write Zephyr’s name in much better penmanship. After all, all they needed was a little practice to improve.

“Wicked,” said Henri in an exhale. “Shall we start with the theory then? Or shall we have a little fun first?”

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« Reply #53 on: October 05, 2013, 09:25:04 pm »
His counter had been predicted, but apparently not the follow up. Still, Flagg smiled as he watched the shield come up. He would have been disappointed by anything less. The chains came flying forward, but Flagg saw the movement that followed it. He could not defend against both spells with one.

Expelliarmus was the more worrisome spell as it was.

Flagg took a step back and lift his arm up, moving the wand above his head in the path before him.
‘Infirmi.’ It was a dampening spell, and the light rained down blue just as the chains pushed through it. He kept his hand raised as the chains wrapped around him, knowing he’d need it to escape the now-weakened spell. Expelliarmus came next, through the light, and it was only powerful enough to make him stagger back a couple more steps, almost over the edge.

He began casting his spell right after Expelliarmus, but it was not the spell to release himself—which he hoped his friend would expect. Instead, it was the blasting charm.
‘Confringo!’ He pointed the wand at Ruden and watched the flame burst forward, before he directed his wand downwards. ‘Relashio!’ And away went the bonds, sliding to the ground with several clanks. 

Xander did not care to hide his joy, for a playful laugh escaped him as the chains surrounded Ruden. Still, he had not been disarmed, but merely pushed back. When Xander saw his friend’s wand move, he assumed it would be to break himself free from the binds that held him, but a bursting flame erupted from it and charged directly at him.

The blasting charm.

He could not block it or deflect it – it was too late for that. Xander could, however, change it. ‘Materiam Immutare!’ He pointed his wand straight forward, and from it a veil was created before him – shaped like an actual medieval shield. The flame went through the shield, but as it did it changed into sand, as if the veil filtered its composition. The sand fell behind him.

By the time Xander could cast something after that, Ruden was free of the chains. Xander kept his wand pointed at Ruden, a wide smile on his face. It seemed like the duel had just only begun. This time Xander would delay his attack and replace it with a defensive strategy.

Xander’s pose told Ruden everything. The man was prepared to defend, which meant he should cast something quite difficult to test his once-pupil.

He had such a large repertoire of spells. His time here had made him lean increasingly towards hexes that caused troubles in the person’s ability to control themselves. It was always more amusing for the students and didn’t cause much harm. In his mind, it was predictable, but Xander hadn’t been a student at Hogwarts for some years now. Perhaps he would not realize what the white light was that flickered at the tip of his wand. He made a graceful arch,
‘Cantis!’ Losing focus was always an end to a duel. If Xander began to sing, it would be over.

Xander waited for Ruden’s attack, but when a familiar movement was performed, the pupil smiled. He could see why his once teacher would cast such a spell, and how easily it could win him the duel. It was as if Xander had read Ruden’s mind, for when the white light flickered Xander negated it with a simple repel charm. Such a beautiful spell was often forgotten by duelists because it only negated simple spells, but sometimes simple spells played a huge part in a duel.

If Ruden was to win the duel, it would not be through such spells.

Xander returned the offense with a couple of simple but useful spells of his own. In one flowing movement, Xander made his wand dance. ‘Petrificus Totalus!’ and another movement, ‘Confundus!’

Ruden could recognize the petrification spell, but it was the second movement that left him confused. There was no light that accompanied it. That did narrow down the list of spells it might be, but not quickly enough. He made his choice, though. He wasn’t going to be fully petrified. ‘Protego Duo!’ It would not protect against two spells, but it ought to be strong enough to repel the petrification spell.

Indeed, the silver shield that appeared sent it backwards, but it never reached Xander. It apparently struck the invisible spell that had earlier been cast. They exploded on impact, creating a bright light. Ruden didn’t waste time, but used the brightness to his advantage.
‘Incendio Tria!’ It was not a subtle spell. The flames leapt from his wand immediately, bright, large. Things were kicked up a notch with this spell, as this was not one he planned to use against Hogwarts students in duels.

Xander grinned as the spells collided with each other with a bright light. The duelist took a step back, swinging his wand above him in a circular motion when the three flames flew towards him. It was a fantastic spell and a treat to the viewing students. The complexity and the concentration it required would make it a difficult spell to learn. Xander silently praised his once tutor.

‘Protego Horribilis!’ This was a game of shields – of defending, though this one seemed invisible until contact. When the first flame hit it, it appeared with a loud bang that echoed across the hall. It was a difficult shield to protect against powerful attacks. When the following flames hit it, bangs followed, and at last, it shattered into burning pieces that disappeared in seconds. Xander was surprised, for such a powerful shield should have protected against more than just three strikes.

Ruden’s spell must have been charged with extra focus – Xander was impressed.

‘Serpensardor!’ From Xander’s wand, a cobra-like snake shot out, engulfed in flames. It craned, a hiss escaping it’s cackling skin. The duelist had been waiting a long time to use this spell, a real eye turner. ‘Engorgio.’ The beast grew in size, twisting its body and moving forward towards Ruden. The spell was not as intimidating as it looked – it was a visual spell used to impress and distract.

A distraction would suit him well in this duel.

The students were certainly getting an eyeful of variously powerful spells, and lots of silent casting. A glance would have revealed how stunned even some of the advanced students were by now. Duels could go on for hours, days, according to legends.

A powerful spell blocked the fires. Ruden drew the wand back to cast again, prepared to take Xander before the surprise wore off. Just as he was about to put the spell into action, however, a snake sprung forward. His arm jerked, and he looked to Xander as if he were ridiculous.

The snake grew in size.
‘A snake is still a snake.’ And there was a spell specially made to get rid of summoned serpents—apparently this was a common phenomenon. ‘Viper Evanesca.’ A wave of the wand sent the serpent away, seeming to shrink it first before sending it back to the nothingness from which it came.

He followed through from that motion.
‘Don’t let me down here.’ He wanted Xander to block this next spell, if only because of the strength of it. Perhaps it would be that bit of a hopeful smile, not of his own victory, that would give him away. Still, he made sure to aim more at Xander’s wand then the man himself. This spell was likely to disintegrate the wand. It’d probably break bones if it connected with Xander, and then the nurse would be angry with him. ‘Reducto!’

‘An ambitious spell,’ thought Xander when he saw Ruden’s familiar wand movement. He could block it, sure, but what good would that do? They would be right where they started, apart with no real harm done. No, Xander wanted to use the offensive spell to retaliate to Ruden – to send its power back at him. Could he prove a point at the expense of the platform?

‘Yes,’ decided the wicked man.

In the midst of Ruden’s movements, Xander had to move quickly. It was not a singular spell that would do the trick, but a series of complementing spells. The duelist pointed his wand at the ground ahead of him, and with a powerful bang, the floor cracked creating a neatly trimmed rectangle of earth and rock beneath him. The man’s wand flick with a sudden wrist movement, and a thin boulder of sort levitated from the platform just in time to block the powerful spell.

The boulder cracked and dispersed in many large pieces of rock that began to fall all around. The students were stunned, and some even covered their eyes – as if they were in danger. Xander drew his wand in, and as if stabbing the air, jabbed it forward. The pieces of rock rose in their fall, and as if controlled by the wand, they shot forward from all directions towards Ruden. 

Another protego spell followed, but the rocks were too numerous. It shattered on the fourth and the fifth struck him in the gut, followed by a sixth. The wand fell from his hand as he tried to catch his breath.

Isis spoke,
“Impervio lapideas!” The air before Ruden took on a sheen, and the rocks were repelled by it, not shot back at their wielder, but simply pushed back from Ruden.

Ruden righted himself as Isis stepped onto the platform, a smile on his lips despite it all,
“Well done, Xander,” he congratulated. Of course, were this not the dueling club, Ruden might have found a way to continue. He wasn’t yet the best at wandless casting, but he could do enough to buy him time to get his wand, or so he imagined. He was still very pleased with Xander. The man had progressed admirably. He didn’t let what Hogwarts said stifle him in the least. ‘And won’t let it.’ Plans, plans. So many plans.


Henri was so excited about the room and everything in it—about the upcoming practice. Zephyr was glad he hadn’t picked wrong. It was hard to find someone who was truly enthusiastic about wanting to be an animagus. The topic often interested people, but it wasn’t one that was taken up by most. He couldn’t approach McGonagall about it, love her to death as he did, he was not exactly a ‘good student’.

Henri was a good student, though. He was smart, good with the theory stuff that Zephyr didn’t care for. He noted the book Henri was showing off,
“Hopefully it’s as easy as it suggests. I don’t know how we’ll explain this stuff to the nurse if it isn’t.” Practicing to becoming animaguses would not be a decent excuse.

‘Start with theory.’
That was the sane thing. “Urgh, why is theory always involved? Can’t there just be, like, a spell that’s cast and it’s done with?” No, it couldn’t be that easy, because it was wandless magic. He didn't even know the first thing about that. He sighed, knowing the answer. “Let’s find theories we can actually put into practice.” If he just had to read books all night this would not be fun at all.
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« Reply #54 on: October 06, 2013, 08:49:11 pm »
The duel could have gone to anyone. Spells were cast back and forth, in a matter of seconds shields were cracking, fire balls were burning, charms negated. Ara could see why these two men were each renowned by the Ministry. It wasn’t the very first time, but Aradok found was he grateful for having such an excellent duelist instruct him in the Dark Arts. His already significant respect for Professor Flagg had increased, and one could even say he felt a bit of admiration.

Xander lived up to his reputation, too. Sending the boulders of earth to attack his opponent, it would be a sight of legend in the castle. This story would be told for generations and generations to come. The two duelists bowed to each other in appreciation of a wonderful duel, and Flagg took his defeat with class and grace.

“You were excellent,” said Xander to his old friend.

The Ministry worker knew that the duel could have gone on much longer, but he could see why it would be appropriate to have it end there. These were, after all, just students. Having a duel show too much could be as equally discouraging as it was educational. No, the duel had ended where it ought.

“Whoa,” said Cora to Aradok. She looked so surprised about everything, so many spells that she couldn’t have dreamt of witnessing. “That was intense, very exciting, too!”

Ara nodded in agreement, his eyes locked on Iris for she had taken to the platform once more. He didn’t know how these Dueling Club meetings generally worked, but the Gryffindor assumed that now it would be time to either practice on dummies or simulate duels with other students. There was enough supervision to consider the meeting appropriate for practice duels. Aradok didn’t know who he would duel, but he had learned a great deal by simply observing Flagg and Xander.


“I don’t know if it’ll be easy, but with so much instruction we should be able to undo just about anything. These books aren’t offered at the library to us, I think it would give certain room for students to be reckless with their transfiguration – knowing that it will be easy to fix.”

He opened the book and flipped through the pages. It had all sorts of remedies, and there was even a potions section for fixing transfigurations that way. The potions, however, would prove trickier to make. None of the ingredients were in the room of requirement, and some recipes looked like they could take days. They wouldn’t have time to make them, especially if they had to hide their disfigurings from the rest of the school for days on end.

“There are general spells to eradicate transfigurations,” said Henri, saying it as if he had just read it from the book. “Transfiguring yourself into an animagus, however, requires a large amount of transfiguration that a single spell can’t possibly fix. There are chains of spells that must be used in perfect sequence to even begin to return your appearance back to normal.” A list was provided, but it didn’t look so complicated to Henri.

He showed to book to Zephyr, he’d have to learn them.

“I think it would be safest for us to practice one at a time, that way either of us can fix an issue if the other’s transfiguration goes wrong. Before we can do that,” Henri opened up another book. “We need to make sure that we can each cast the spells required to fix transfigurations. They aren’t hard. Once we do that, we can be sure that we won’t look like fools when something looks bad.”

Another book – this time Henri read from it out loud.

“Congratulations for choosing this Ministry Approved Method for becoming and registering yourself as an Animagus. We are so glad you blah blah blah – ah here we go. Becoming an animagus required extensive use of wandless magic, so be sure to be prepared to toss your wand aside and test your focus.”

So they needed to use wandless magic. Great.

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Re: A Tournament’s Revival [Closed]
« Reply #55 on: October 13, 2013, 12:35:28 am »
The men easily stepped away, and Iris nodded to both before spinning around to face the observers. A grin was on her lips, a glance passed over the Durmstrang students. Yes, she had their attention grasped now, quite firmly. “I am sure you have all heard of the many, infamous duels throughout time. This school had as its Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, who participated in one of the most famous duels of all time, and it was here that Lord Voldemort fell.”

There were still people who flinched at his name. Ridiculous.

“You may never know when you will need this skill, but being able to keep your cool under pressure, to call upon spells, and recognize spells, quickly, will serve you well,”
a smirk, “Particularly those of you who are trying to enter the Tri-Wizard tournament, like myself.” Smiles on the faces of the Durmstrang students and some Beauxbatons. Those would be the ones to watch for. “However, though I know some of you have prior dueling experience, and some of you may even be capable of such feats as Professor Flagg and Reginald, I still must insist on certain rules.”

She knew others had heard the rules before, but she laid them out plainly. No silent spells unless the student was in their fifth year, and had permission of a partner. Duels and spells were only to be cast within the zones marked on the floor. Those new to this particular club were to find a mentor among the students who had participated before, or the professors, for the first few meetings. The Durmstrang and Beauxbaton would be dealt with on a more individual level, but she had the Hogwarts students divide themselves by movement. On the right stood those who had participated in the club before, and on the left were the novices.

House-separation was encouraged. Gryffindors should teach other Gryffindors the ropes, and so on and so forth. This allowed them to get in touch easier when outside of the club, and it kept some of the house hostilities from blinding students. Slytherin had lost so many points one year when a new Slytherin thought to take house hostilities too far on a Gryffindor.

The books were mentioned, variously owned by the library, Flagg, Iris herself. Students could borrow them outside of club time. Iris made it clear that she and Flagg were more or less the mentors, and noted a few others. One Ravenclaw, one Hufflepuff, and one Gryffindor were singled out as important, the ‘mentors’ within their own houses who Iris was on good terms with.

Certain curses were mentioned as being absolutely forbidden within duels, but not on dummies. Sectumsempra was one, even though Iris considered it a favorite, alongside fiendfyre. Legilimancy, the unforgiveables, and a few other powerful hexes. She noted the looks from the Durmstrang students.
‘Shame I don’t feel like revealing Hogwarts secrets.’ Or else she might show some of them the Room of Requirement. She imagined quite a few of the Durmstrang students could hold their own in a duel that used such powerful hexes.

Once the rules were laid down, she encouraged those who were veterans of the club to start meeting with the new members and helping them to get comfortable with the idea and answer any additional questions.

Flagg also moved to help answer questions, catching the glance from Iris that told him that her direction was to the Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students first.


“They should be offered regularly. Shouldn’t hide knowledge that can help us,”
though he supposed encouraging reckless behavior was bad.


Zephyr watched Henri as he picked up books, wandered about. One was handed off to him, and he glanced at the list. He stared at it, blank face.
“Shit,” that was a lot of spells to figure out, not just to turn into the animal but also to turn back into a human. They weren’t all just transfiguration spells, either. He saw some charm spells amongst them, and frowned.

Another book grabbed. Zephyr didn’t look up to see which one, instead flipping through the book in his hand to examine the various recommended spells.
‘All of these have wand instructions.’ Perhaps it was best to learn these things with a wand first. Would it be better to practice on another then, too? ‘Probably not.’ Animagus transformation was a very personal thing.

Perhaps just one person would practice at a time then, the other prepared to reverse anything that went wrong.

He did laugh a little when the realization struck Henri,
“You’ve never seen McGongall transform, have you?” No wand. That much had been made very clear to Zephyr at a young age. “Yeah, I have no idea how you do it without a wand. This book is all about wand magic.” He shut it, showed the front to Henri once again, “I guess it’s the spells we’ll need, but it doesn’t help much if it is all wand magic.” He realized then. “…I couldn’t really transform myself back if I did become an animagus with a wand anyway, could I?” No, no he could not. “How am I gonna learn the reversal spells?” He was suddenly quite concerned with that. He did have to cast them on himself, after all.
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Re: A Tournament’s Revival [Closed]
« Reply #56 on: November 01, 2013, 09:45:32 pm »
The rules were laid down for all the students, and house separation had been encouraged. Ara could see why this was the case, even if he didn’t necessarily like it. It would be too easy for students to get carried away when dueling with people from other houses, and things could very quickly go wrong. Further and unfortunately, Aradok had to go to the novice side of the room, where all the newcomers would practice. He knew that there could have been a possibility of him finding a way around that rule, but he found it best to just follow the rules.

He was a prefect after all. Following the rules was an example he had to set for all the first years.

“You aren’t going to duel?”
Ara asked Cora, who shook her head. “Not even a little?”

A laugh.

“No,” she said with a giggle. “I don’t really like duels. I’ll stay and watch you practice, though. I have a free period in the morning tomorrow anyways.”

Ara didn’t want to think about the classes he had the next day just yet. He could look over his already memorized schedule later that night, while falling asleep, most likely. “Alright,” said Ara, “though if you want to practice, I’d be more than happy to be your partner.” Cora shook her head, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she did.

The young prefect made his way to the dummies first, very quickly getting bored with them. All of the curses, the charms, and the spells he tried to use worked flawlessly on them. He was not rusty at all – which pleased him. Even Helena, the designated Gryffindor Mentor, was thinking twice about letting him stay in the novice section.

When the simulated duels started, to say that Aradok took it easy with the other duelists would be an understatement. He let himself get hit by stunning spells, and gave encouraging words to whoever dueled with him. People often needed a little confidence and encouragement in order to really become motivated in school. The pain of the stunning spells was little price to pay for better students. Cora seemed to be at his side every time he toppled over, and for that the Gryffindor was grateful.

Some people even gave them a couple of strange looks. It was not often that such a friendship was seen between to feverishly rivaled houses.

It was so that the evening progressed.


Henri looked at Zeph, curiously taking in what his friend had said. The books did contain a lot of wand magic, and the art of becoming an animagus was mostly wandless magic. These were two conflicting ideas. There was logic in there regardless.

“I think we’ll need to learn the spells with the wand, perfect them, and then afterwards perform them without the wand.” It sounded like a lengthy process, but in theory that’s how it would work. “We learn how to fix transfigurations gone wrong, and how to transfigure things correctly – with our wands,” it was as if Henry was going over the logic in his head as he spoke, “though even if we choose to transfigure ourselves as a specific animal – that may not end up being our animagus. That is advanced transfiguration, too.”

That side of the theory was still shady. The animal came from within, so no matter how hard one could try to be a specific animal, there was something that prevented it from being so.

“So why don’t we start with that?” Henri gripped his wand tightly before waving the book to levitate just a few feet from him. He could still see what the pages read, but his hands were free to try the magic in the books. “We can transfigure each other and fix each other until we know we’ve got the spells down.”

That could take some time. Henri was only just learning how to transfigure objects, not much human practice. Or any, really.

Becoming an animagus, however, was not an easy task, and it would certainly not be a quick one.

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Re: A Tournament’s Revival [Closed]
« Reply #57 on: November 07, 2013, 05:45:14 pm »
Durmstrang and Beauxbaton had gotten the message from a look. The leaders became clear to Iris when she paused, near the doors out. The leader of Durmstrang was an athletic looking male, tall, broad of shoulders, with blond hair and gray eyes—an obvious Scandinavian. The other was of course a beautiful female, long black hair that cascaded down, lilac eyes and lips that almost seemed to match. Iris wasn’t sure if it was makeup or natural.

The Durmstrang took the lead and offered his hand to her,
“I am August Larsen,” he introduced, “Head of the Dueling Club at Durmstrang.” He had a strong grip, but beyond that he actually looked intelligent—unlike what she’d heard of Krum and Durmstrangs in general.

“A pleasure,”
Iris answered as they shook, and she turned then. Her eyes met the lilac-eyes and found them stern, unforgiving.

It was a waifish boy who spoke instead,
“We don’t have a dueling club,” he said. Her eyes shifted to the bright green ones. He had a mop of brown hair, and seemed too tall for his body. “But I’m Vincent Lis,” he introduced. The others in Beauxbaton followed suit, though she noted that those in Durmstrang did not all introduce themselves. The Beauxbatons had more questions to be answered and the Durmstrangs remained impatiently near.

The others began to take to their practice, with Flagg staying nearer to Slytherin to assist the new ones. Iris could hear the sounds and longed to break free herself, but she remained. Soon enough, the Beauxbatons were satisfied, Vincent seeming to take up the leadership role through his enthusiasm alone which was curious to Iris. He didn’t seem to possess much in the way of internal strength, at least, as Iris recognized it.

Vincent observed several of those practicing. He recalled who Iris had noted as the "heads" of this area, but he found himself drawn instead to someone training with another student. As the duel ended, he interrupted,
"Excuse me," he addressed Aradok, "Could you assist me some? I've never been in a formal duel, we don't really practice this at Beauxbaton." The man seemed competent, but more than that, he seemed willing to assist.

August waited until the Beauxbaton’s dispersed, told to work with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Durmstrang were to remain with Ravenclaw and Slytherin.
“Would you teach me fiendfyre?” He inquired.

She had expected someone to ask. Not a Durmstrang, though.
“Perhaps,” she answered. “Do you know the basics?” He shook his head. She motioned to the books. “Destructive Spells and Their Counter-curses by Crowly.” Her own book. “Read the relevant chapters.” A few of the Durmstrangs stifled laughter at someone being told to read in a dueling club. It was not how things were done, and they expected August to protest.

He did not.
“Thank you,” he answered and walked off to do just that. There was an interesting silence that followed. A few tailed after him, while others distributed themselves among the Ravenclaw and Slytherins, connecting quickly with those who were experienced in this club.

Iris turned around to note how the place was doing. Spells were flying, duels were being practiced. Her eyes first located Aradok, who was well on his way to being accepted as an experienced duelist despite how she saw him lose. It was intentional. Cora was at his side. Iris frowned, not because of that, but because she knew Cora had no interest in the club.
‘Oh, Cora.’ She was so infatuated with Aradok. Iris did not generally allow observers to be here. There was no reason to disallow it, no secrets. It was the general environment of the location. If things went wrong, she wanted capable duelists here to deal with the situation, not someone who would be an innocent bystander.

She would speak with both Flagg and Cora later.

Darius was another story. Oh yes, his experience as a duelist shone, but he was not educating the same way Ara was. Darius was brutal, but with every defeat he shouted out suggestions of how they could do better in his typical, insulting way. Slytherins taught in different ways—experience was the best and cruelest teacher.

Iris tapped Darius on the shoulder. She’d made a promise and she would keep it; she’d promised to be Darius’s partner.

He wheeled around, and that wicked grin lit his lips,

“Rosier. I’m done with our guests so should you need me—”

“I want a real duel,”
he motioned out towards the novices, “They can’t hold my attention.” His eyes held fire. Iris knew she shouldn’t agree. They’d both get in trouble. “Show me that this dueling club of yours is actually worth funding or perhaps I’ll talk to Xander about replacing you.”

Ok. He knew how to press her buttons with the subtle threat about funding and replacement.
“Very well,” she remained poised with difficulty, for the want to deny him was just as strong as the want to knock him down.

And there was the fear of losing, almost as powerful, that followed her as she turned on heel and moved to one of the circles on the floor, followed by Darius.


This was the reason Zephyr called on Henri over any other. Henri was smart, and he thought quickly. He also revealed his thinking process aloud, which Zephyr preferred to the quiet plottings of others.

“Ok,” the plan sounded good. “And we can study theories of wandless magic and animagus outside of this room.” Zephyr could get books through Iris. No one questioned Iris when she wanted books or information. They’d question him. He was going to owe her so many sweets for this and the potion of invisibility.

He took a few steps so he could see the spells in the book that was levitating, nodded to himself and pointed the wand at Henri.
“Ready?” They’d try on each other, master it there, before trying it on themselves. One at a time, that way if they messed up, there would still be one capable of fixing what went wrong.

The night would proceed with these practices of some of the “easy” transfiguration spells. Zephyr’s thought process did wonder at the theory of this, though.
‘Perhaps it makes the body more pliable.’ These transfiguration spells did not always seem connected to one goal, after all.
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Re: A Tournament’s Revival [Closed]
« Reply #58 on: November 10, 2013, 07:06:32 pm »
The Durmstrang students and the Beauxbatons students soon included themselves in the club’s activities. Aradok would never have expected to be approached by a Beauxbatons boy seeking help in dueling, especially since he was not the designated person of guidance in the club. For a second, the young Gryffindor wondered if he would be in trouble for taking on a role that wasn’t his. There was no harm in helping others, though, was there?

Ara was politely engaged, and he greeted the foreigner with a warm smile. The brief surprise upon hearing that Beauxbatons had no dueling of the sort was not present in Ara’s face, but the thought lingered with him. Why didn’t they? Was not a more practice oriented study key to really learning magic?

“Of course, I’d be happy to,” said he, wondering if others would join this boy in learning a bit about formal dueling. “Duels have been around for centuries and they usually begin with the participants bowing to each other – a sign of respect,” Ara demonstrated by craning his body slightly, “wands are brought up at a ready position, and only magic can be used during the battle. In some instances duelists may choose to have ‘seconds’, which are replacement duelists to take a participant’s place if they cannot continue.”

Ara continued to tell them all he knew about dueling – which was plentiful in theory. In practice he believed that he had a grasp on it, but his experience inside the club was quite limited. He had dueled previously with other students in earlier years, when he wasn’t a prefect. It had been a while since then.

“Would you like to have a practice duel, err –” It occurred to Ara that he did not know the boy’s name. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m Aradok Lundstrom,” a hand stretched out in greeting.


Henri found the practice to be much harder than he had earlier anticipated. It was clear that Zeph had a whole two years of more Transfiguration lessons, but he managed to keep up with it quite easily. Once the boy had found out where he had gone wrong, fixing the rogue transfigurations was not a problem. The problem was consistency – a perfect method of transfiguring the same thing on the same place every time.

No variations.

In the middle of their practice, Henri had gone to the chalkboard and neatly drawn the wand movement required. An arrow pointed at a particularly complicated flick between the movements.

“This is why we can’t get it right,” he said, his hand reaching to his chin in thought. He had accidently smudged some chalk across his face – he took no notice of this. “If we can only get that part right, I’m positive that the transfiguration will go smoothly.” A pause. “You say you haven’t seen this spell in class?”

Who knew? At least the practice had begun.

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Re: A Tournament’s Revival [Closed]
« Reply #59 on: November 11, 2013, 05:31:46 pm »
The Beauxbaton students soon came to hear what Aradok had to say as they noticed Vincent nearby, listening in to the conversation. Of course, they knew of dueling, at least most of them did. They had studied it, but it was theory. Participating in duels was not often done, and so when Vincent was presented with the opportunity to practice, he smiled and nodded. “I’m Vincent. Vincent Lis,” he completed, taking the hand offered to him, “It is a pleasure, Aradok Lundstrom. I would enjoy a practice duel.”

Once they shook, Vincent looked to the floor for the circle, and stepped into it, miming the bow as expected. Plenty of other students were already in duels, and he noted that now the president seemed to be moving into one herself as he saw both her and some dark haired boy step into a circle.

The tension there was obvious, but Vincent didn’t understand as those in green seemed to turn and look.

No, it didn’t concern Vincent.
“You begin,” Vincent offered, “I should practice defending spells. I haven’t had much opportunity to use them against other spells.” He could craft them flawlessly, but that was when he was not under pressure. He needed to test himself under pressure.

Slytherin was a hierarchy. A challenge to a ‘king’ was meaningful in ways other houses would not understand. Iris had power, but her power was quiet, muted. Not even she truly grasped what she was doing as she rose from the bow. They had agreed in the center to allow silent spells.

No holds barred, except the general club rules.

They cast at once, two different spells catching each other in the center. The light of the explosion gave them away as being very, very damaging spells—sectumsempra from Iris and exsanguis from Darius—a spell to cause internal bleeding.

Flagg paused from where he was assisting some of the Durmstrang who came to him at the flash of light. He winced, knowing this couldn’t end well. He should break it up…but he was curious.

The flash of lights from their spells continued, counters and shields coming up as frequently as hexes between the two, and also, movement. Wrist movement was hard enough to do and keep right. The focus required with that, foot movement, and silent spells was impressive—they were not always silent, though. Occasionally, one or the other did acknowledge the need to say a spell aloud to cast it.

They smiled, the only acknowledgment they would willingly give the other that this was a pleasant challenge.

Minutes in, with few connections, and Darius finally managed a decent blow. An arrow pierced Iris’s shoulder, sent by projectus. It was late, though. Her wand movement had completed, and her focus remained clear. Flagg moved then to end it, but was forced to keep back by Iris’s spell.


Darius moved his arm to craft protection against what he thought would be a single ball of fire, but was startled as that single ball split into several right before contact was made. The first destroyed his shield. The rest struck him hard and knocked him against the transparent wall of the circle. He barely maintained his feet.

‘Accio wand!’

His wand was pulled from his hands with force. A gasp escaped him, startled, and he saw Iris catch it.
“Do you concede?”

There was a moment’s pause, as Darius took in what had occurred, before a shadow came over his expression. Slytherin waited with baited breath. Concede meant more than loss. Darius had not planned to lose. He realized then he should have waited to get more practice before challenging her. He had planned to put a permanent end to her quiet, albeit threatening, power.

“No.” He still could, if he waited.

Iris considered ending it by knocking him unconscious, but that wasn’t fair. He was unarmed. He didn’t concede though.
‘Wh—’ And then it hit her, quite literally, as she keeled forward.

The arrow had been poisoned. Like any good snake, Darius had his tricks. She dropped to her knees as Darius coolly walked forward. He intended to reclaim his wand and make her concede.

That was not what occurred. With cold fury in her eyes, Iris looked up and pointed his own wand at him.
‘Incarcerous.’ Dragon heartstring. They had the same core, and the wand was fickle when ‘lost’.

Darius was bound and brought to the ground by the ropes that came around him. Iris rose, but did not ask Darius if he conceded this time. She dismissed the shield from around them and dropped his wand by his head as she walked to see the nurse.


Zephyr paused when he saw Henri move to the chalkboard. He had enough artistic talent to make a good drawing of what was going wrong, what was necessary with the wrist movement. He bit back a complaint about how wandless magic was going to be needed anyway. Did they need to waste time on the wand movements?

‘Can’t cast it until you can do so with a wand.’
He grumbled to himself something incoherent, but related to the wandless part.

He practiced the movement without intent to cast, frowned as he realized in three attempts, all three attempts were a little different. That twist of the wrist was difficult to keep the same.
I haven’t seen it,” Zephyr made it clear what he meant by the emphasis.

Zephyr missed plenty of things in class when he wasn’t paying attention. It was possible this spell had been presented in class and he just happened to ignore it.
“The others might know it,” though of course, the others weren’t here. “Or maybe I could ask Professor Crumb,” though she’d be suspicious if it hadn’t been taught yet. “Did I have detention with her tonight?” He mused aloud. He had detention with her sometime…. “Crud, I think that was tonight. Er. Well.” He was so screwed.
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