 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Chloe didn't think she would actually have to duel in this club. She was only here because it was a guarantee that Hirsch would be. Now, all of the sudden, she was being flung into a much less agreeable arrangement. Dueling in Dueling Club. The absurdity, the rudeness, the anxeity-inducing mess. The thirteen year old was barely beginning to learn to properly duel in her lessons. She was a second year, not the product of some old school rogue Dumbledore's army. Or Bastien. Defense spells were hard.
Tucking some stray blonde strands behind her ear, Chloe sized up her opponent. Was he as terrified and unprepared as she was? Was he also here to just stare at Hirsch? If that was the case she was hoping that they could forfeit together and just oogle the professor. Everything else made her heart hammer in anxiousness.
She awkwardly drew her wand and waited.
They still had time to back out of this, if he wanted. She couldn't remember if Blaise was the reasonable Gryffindor type or not. Scratch that. None of them were reasonable. This was going to happen. No matter how much she wanted it not to.......
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