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Fergersnout was of the opinion that age rarely mattered when it came to ‘playing’ and having fun. As one of the Professors who ran Drama Club and who invested a lot of her own time prior to teaching at Hogwarts reenacting historical events in a performance troop, she rather enjoyed spending the time pretending to be someone else. Besides, being oneself all the time would inevitably become monotonous and boring and it was quite clear that she considered herself far from that. Whether Charlie was a first year or not didn’t even flicker into her mind and had it been a seventh year or even a fellow Professor she had spotted holding the sword she would’ve engaged them in playful combat too.
She wasn’t particularly fond of the ‘Madam’ with the assumption it made her sound far older than her measles forty-eight years, however let it slide on this occasion considering the Historian title was one she was rather proud of. “Were you looking for anything in particular?” She didn’t want to intrude on his browsing but seeing as she had built this place herself, her understanding of its inventory was exemplary.
Apollonia herself was not well-versed in the world of hand-to-hand combat either, the majority of the battles she had vast knowledge of used wandwork and spells to achieve greatness but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a go. “Neither is your opponent. That makes us well matched then” she chortled. Other than the fact that she was slightly taller, far older and arguably wiser although whether any of those actually gave HER an advantage was questionable.
The sword was suddenly being jabbed in her direction and the Professor had to quickly lean back to avoid the contact. “Excellent attempt youngling but not fast enough.” She stepped forward, thankfully her feet not making contact with her robe and jabbed the foam sword forward aiming for the first year's left side.
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