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Did the dummies bleed? "No, but you might. For realism." It was a hard world outside of the castle. What sort of Headmaster would he be if he didn't show her this?
The dummies, admittedly, needed little tweaking. He'd seen how they'd been used in the past and knew they would put up...quite the fight. Typically, these fights were magical and kept the students at a safe distance. It would be...interesting to see them up close.
He...should've probably alerted Healer Recard.
Maybe he still would.
One dummy stepped out from a hidden passage in the room, ready and geared to begin its fight. It stood before the Slytherin Prefect.
Waiting.
Always waiting.
Just your friendly neighbourhood demon dummy.
If Aboli had been in a good mood, she might have laughed, actually. Instead, she simply nodded to Trent that she understood. A little bleeding never hurt anyone, right? And Trent wouldn't let any of them die - and even if he DID, she could escape this plane and return to the beyond. She always JOKED she would become a ghost.
Get ready, Trent. If Aboli Song died, she was going to come right back to Hogwarts as a GHOST.
Death did not frighten HER!
Again, nor did injury. The dummy, however, was just STARING at her, but did it count as staring if it wasn't really looking? It was a dummy. She didn't want to make the first move, but she thought it might stand there all day if she let it. So...she lunged forward suddenly then hopped back, as if to trick it, and attempted to goad it that way.