 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
On cue, Malachi bent at a 45 degree angle, pleased she'd remembered that that was essential to beginning the duel but unlike her, the Headmaster wasn't quite so jittery when he straightened. If nothing, there was the unmistakable, amused smirk he wore from time to time during his lessons--and that was the whole thing. Being Defense Professor, he'd seen them train. He'd seen their moves. He'd watched how everyone of them handled themselves when pressed.
Perhaps, in future, he would have to exclude himself from duels for that very reason. Thinking about it, it may have been a tad unfair. BUT, in this case, with someone so willing to blow holes in his arena, he supposed he could make the example exception.
Trent's hands remained by his side...though it shouldn't have been mistaken for complacency. The man was still very much watching every twitch the Second Year made. To be disarmed for his own arrogance wasn't something he was working toward.
"Do you plan to shield up for the entire duel or will we get into it at some point?" Taunting a Gryffindor? Only a little. It was fair, he'd himself been a Gryffindor. But, as if to answer his own question, the man raised his own wand and very coolly uttered the incantation. "Bombarda." He'd seen her shields. He knew they cracked if you hit them hard enough and he would keep doing so for as long as she insisted on shielding.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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