h: 339 / m: 294 / f: 21 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch Needless to say, the Gryffindor prefect was rather disappointed that Hugo casted a shield that prevented the birds from attacking. As each bird hit the barrier, puffs of feathers went into the air and gently fell to the floor. All of that magic had been done for nothing. Couldn't the boy had just let one peck his head before ridding them all? Merlin.
Frankie watched cautiously as the Slytherin took a deep breath and just stood there. After waiting what seemed like ages, he was tempted to start tapping his foot impatiently or taunting him about how is grandmother could duel faster AND better.
Suddenly green sparks shot out of Hugo's wand, which didn't shock him in the least. He knew that spell and knew that it was harmless, so he just let it hit him squarely in the chest. But he knew that was all meant to be a distraction. His co-prefect seemed to be concentrating rather hard while making his next wand movement. The blond didn't quite know what spell it was, but he rolled onto the floor and stood back up a few feet away from his original position just in the nick of time to avoid whatever spell that was...
Only to be bound together with rope. As it tightened, Frankie eyed the prefect across from him. Really, Hugo? Three offensive spells? THREE?! Was that even good duelling etiquette? He struggled with the rope for a moment with a distasteful look on his face as he quickly thought of his next move. Within a few seconds, he shouted, "Finite!" As the ropes began to disintegrate, the blond did not hesitate to attack back. First he casted the Ear-Shriveling Curse, which was then followed up by the Slug-Vomiting Charm.
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