Poised under pressure
39. Duel

She crossed her arms over her chest and patiently waited for the next instruction of their DADA Professor. Viviane was whistling when she heard her name being called out.

“Miss Nat,” the hall echoed.

She looked around her astounded and slowly raised her hand.

“Professor?” She moved forward to the open space at the middle of the circle of students.

“Good,” her Professor acknowledged while beaming at her.

Vivianne who was fidgeting suddenly froze when she heard those words.
Duel!

“You are to try to disarm each other.”

As long as it would not involve getting my hair in tangles.