 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
He was tempted to laugh at the look on her face when Char noticed that there were now three of him roaming about the duelling arena. In spite of the urge, his face remained neutral to make sure he didn't accidentally give himself away. He was just going to stand there and wait for the girl to make her move.
Needless to say, he was at first impressed by it. If she wanted to know which Frankie was the real one, there were only so many tactics one could take to discovering who was fake or real. All three of him remained quite still as human-presence-revealing spell was casted. Unfortunately for Char, it was one of the faux Frankie's she had casted at. Had he not been in the middle of a duel, he would have applauded her for how she handled that rather advanced bit of magic.
But then she was at it again with the firecrackers after rubbing it in his face that he wasn't yet an Auror. His jaw clenched a little at that remark, and he was not too thrilled at her choice of repeating the exact same firecracker spell from before. Since Char was so keen on playing with fire, Frankie took that as in invitation to turn things up a notch.
Without a single word leaving his mouth, the former Gryffindor concentrated on nonverbally casting the Firestorm Charm. A ring of fire sparked to life around the fifth year and, for added effect, a cloud of dark grey smoke thanks to a simple Smokescreen Charm. He and his double steadily moved to a different location while Char dealt with the heat.
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