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Anna Banana "Alright, well let's see what you have then," Anna said, getting back into that "stare at Cale and don't move from that position" mood. If she was successful, the spell should be hitting him...any...second...now...HA! Got him! A few seconds later, Anna's heart dropped to her toes, and she began to briefly panic. "Oh my gosh, Cale! Are you okay?" she asked, instinctively stepping forward to run check on him. She stopped herself just in time, though. She had to remember that this was a duel, and if her boyfriend got hurt, well then that was his jelly slug loss and her chocolate frog gain!
"Oh, don't you worry about your pretty little head of curls, Mister Newell," Anna said. "I haven't hit them...yet." Hand on hip, Anna watched, amused, as Cale babbled on and on. He was such a cutie---even when he made absolutely no sense! Wait...whaaaa? Pretty Herbology professor? "CALE!" Anna shrieked, her jaw dropping open. With a glare in her eyes, she raised her wand, shouted "Protego!" and blocked his disarming spell with ease. "Better luck next time, player!" she fussed. "Expelliarmus!"
"Player? I'm not a player! Unless you count the fact that I'm a Quidditch player--I'm the best Quidditch player in the wholeeeeee world!" Cale chuckled gleefully. He pulled his wand out and shouted "Protego!" and watched as the Expelliarmus spell bounced away off his shield and disappeared.
Slowly, his brain was starting to kick in, and he was very horrified at the words coming out of his mouth. "Did you know someone had the
audacity to start a rumor saying that IIII, Cale Newell, had a WIG? Who would do such a thing?" he ranted.
Ohmigosh, shut up shut UP!!!! he brain yelled. But he couldn't. His mouth had a mind of its own, and there was no stopping it till the spell wore off. "I'm sure you've heard it of course...OHMIGOSH you're never going to believe what happened! Reese got dared by one of her silly, immature girlfriends to tug on my hair to see if it was real, in front of all of Hogsmeade! Then I started getting angry and she started crying and I felt reallllllly bad. Hey, you don't happen to have any jelly slugs on you, do you? Oh, it's alright if you don't, I'll just go eat after this. I wonder what I want for dinner tonight--I hope chicken is an option. Oh, and I should start eating too...maybe a salad."
"UGGGGH I have this atrocious boy band song stuck in my head," he informed her a moment later. It was like his mouth was a train bouncing up and down on a curvy railroad track. He couldn't keep his attention on ANYTHING, let alone his duel. "You know, it's a shame I never learned to play the guitar, I bet I would do reallllllly nicely in a boy band. But I'm kind of scared of it, after I nearly fell out the window playing air guitar that one time--DIFFINDO!" he shouted, his mouth switching gears once again as he willed himself to send another spell her way.