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Max straightened up on his cushion, all thoughts of this morning’s scrambled eggs poofed away. He was a bit gutted that they weren’t going to learn the bat-bogey hex, but fiery and snakey ropes? COOOL.
He wasn’t quite as thrilled about actually having to pair up and practice dueling though. Maybe Professor Grimsbane wouldn’t mind if he just practiced on the dummies for the duration of the lesson…. Or maybe Bel would be down for partnering up seeing as they were sort of pro at practicing now…
Anyway. He figured he’d cross that bridge when he got to it.
For now, he made his way to the mannequins, tugging a charmed hat snug on his head as he went. He didn’t care if he looked silly or if the Professor said only the younger kids needed to wear them. He’d already suffered pink hair this term, he didn’t need a rogue spell accidentally making him bald or something.
The Slytherin noted that a couple of the younger kids in front of him had so far only managed to produce sparks so the pressure was really on when it got to his turn. Uh ohhhh.
Max took his stance and whipped his wand in the direction of the dummy. Please work, please work. “Ignisio Funem!”
It worked! At least…… the fiery ropes formed. They didn’t quite wrap around the dummy as he’d hoped though and sort of just flopped comically on the floor and then fizzled out.
“Heh. Tougher than it looks….” He mumbled to whoever was waiting behind him before shimmying to the back of the queue.
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