Hugo kept throwing up slugs and he felt awful. AWFUL. But no sir, this Slytherin wasn't going to give up. NOPE. He had to focus but it was kind of hard since the slugs kept coming out from his mouth and it was simply disgusting. He watched Frankie, who cast a spell on himself but Hugo knew that wasn't going to be it.
And as just as he thought, Frankie casted a spell. Hugo moved to the side, just to throw up more slugs. Merlin, he was going to make sure this spell NEVER EVER hit him again.And yeah, he could have thrown a non verbal at Frankie but, HOW ON EARTH WAS HE GOING TO FOCUS WITH SLUGS INSIDE HIS MOUTH? He felt tired but was starting to less slugs were coming out which was a good sign. He casted Finite on himself so this torture could be over.
After this, Hugo was going to wash his mouth for an hour or so. He felt slimy and sick. But now, back to the duel. Hugo raised his wand pointing up to the right side of Frankie, hoping it would distracting him briefly. Maybe? And then muttered a
jelly-fingers curse moving his wand at Frankie.