Austin was proud of himself when he connected with the fourth year. He hadn't been in a fight before, and he had actually done something. But that feeling slowly left him as the boy was on top of him. His head hit the ground, and he could feel something wet on the ground. But whether it was his head bleeding, or something they had knocked over, he didn't know. He grunted from the pain in both his head and his wrist as the boy pinned him down.

He knew what was coming. It wasn't hard to figure it out. The boy was about to punch him. Austin was ready though, because he deserved it. He was a horrible person who made people feel terrible, and he deserved to be hit.

He was waiting......

Was this boy really so bad at fighting that he couldn't even hit a boy younger than him? Austin opened his eyes to find that the boy was unable to move. This was Austin's time to strike! He was ready to punch him again in the face, when he found he couldn't move his own arms. What was this nonsense? Any wizard could tell that this was the work of the immobulus spell, but he was too shaken up to know what was going on. All he knew was that he couldn't move, and he didn't like it.