 a bit of madness is key | miss chanandler bong | those cunning folks use any means
Haraldur Baldvinsson was a simple man who liked simple things. Duelling wasn't really one of them but still, there he was. Signed, sealed, delivered as a member of professor Hirsch's dueling club. Professor "You-should-sign-up, it'll-be-fun". Hmph.
Still, it wasn't too bad. The student that was up for the duel was someone he was very familiar with, both as a student and as a fellow quidditch enthusiast.
He smiled at the Hufflepuff prefect and did a little bow back to the boy, child young man. "Evening, Mr. Whittebrook."
Then all the bubbles. All of them hit him at once. Haraldur frowned at them and stepped to the side, well aware this could be a distraction but also more than aware of the fact that he wore very vulnerable feathers on his head. They were not allowed to lose their fluffiness.
"That's no way to treat an old maAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" The cantis spell hit him straight on. Fortunately he had the vocal skills matching those of Pavarotti. At least, if he could say so himself. "FIIIIIIINIIIIIIIIIIIITEEEEEEEEE!" That'll be five dollars.
The professor fluffed his feathers with one swift hand movement and got his wand at the ready. It had been a few decades since his last duel. At least on solid ground. He quickly decided to say his spells out loud to have a more fair duel with the boy, child young man.
"Fan of flying, are you Mr. Whittebrooke?" He chuckled. "Levicorpus!" After all, the quidditch player should be quite comfortable up there!
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