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Oh, yaaaaaaaayyyy.
Dueling club.
How fun.
Dragging her feet, Suri slouched as she walked into the arena, her bag hanging off one shoulder and a very grumpy expression on her face. She'd wanted to be in this club when she'd sent her permission slip home, but that all changed when it had come back signed WRONG. She'd tried sending at LEAST five angry letters, but nothing had helped. APPARENTLY, mum didn't think she was talented enough to be in the tournament. She'd said something about "lack of control over wand" and "too competitive" and "rude". Which was SO. NOT. FAIR. UGH.
So, now she was FORCED to be here and learn about dueling but she couldn't actually duel. Benzi had said she needed to uphold the Rider name but she couldn't DO that if she WASN'T ALLOWED TO BE IN THE TOURNAMENT. Sure, he'd also said the challenges were fun but it was totally not the same thing and she was angry and grumpy and she was going to PROTEST the ENTIRE TIME.
Not looking at the professor at all - clearly it was his fault too, somehow - Suri plopped down on a cushion towards the back and hugged her knees to her chest. The twelve year old eyed the excited students with distaste and promptly decided that dueling club was for nerds anyway, and they were all beneath her. Curling her lip, she sighed and waiting for the club to start.
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