h: 323 / m: 219 / f: 22 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch Frankie honestly couldn't believe just how many slugs were leaving Hugo's body. Though he was glad that his spell was super effective, he took note that he needed to save that one particular spell for those he didn't like. He and the Slytherin got along fairly well, and he hoped that the boy was going to be a good sport about this whole slug thing and wouldn't hate his guts once the duel was over.
The blond nodded his head with utmost approval when he watched the Slytherin prefect side-step his little tickling charm. But the nodding didn't last long, for his opponent threw up more of those nastily slimy slugs. His expression changed to one that showed bit of guilt, which would easily be translated as 'sorry, bro!'
But his head was back in the game the moment Hugo casted the counter-spell that made him stop puking slugs. His wand was at the ready, and he expected the boy to not be merciful after all those minutes of throwing up. The initial wand movement was a bit odd to him, which threw him off for about a few seconds before he realized that it was meant to be a ploy. Nonetheless, he was still able to produce an invisible shield that sent they boy's curse elsewhere.
Pointing his wand at his opponent's feet, Frankie moved his wand in a rectangular-like motion and shouted, "Colloshoo!" But, unfortunately for the Slytherin, that wasn't the only spell he decided to cast. Following a swirly movement with his target set on his hand, a quick "Expelliarmus" was said and a scarlet light left the tip of his wand.
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