 A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
Lyra stepped in to the dueling arena. Her wand ready in her wrist holster (which she fell absolutely in love with)
She wanted to try out a spell that she had read in one of the school books. Lyra looked around and saw a few other people, a hufflepuff showing a chield charm to a gryffindor and a ravenclaw sitting on the side of a platform.
She walked towards one of the platforms, stepped on it and faced one of the dummies. Lyra decided to first try the spell without drawing her wand from her wrist holster. Taking her wand out she pointed it at the dummy and shouted. "Expelliarmus!" but it failed. This was not suppose to happen, she knew it was a disarming spell but the dummy didn't even move.
Pointing her wand at the dummy she tried again. "Expelliarmus!" the dummy moved slightly but still the spell didn't do the effect it was suppose to do.
Closing her eyes, Lyra pictured how she used the spell and disarmed the dummy. But the dummy changed in her mind, into a man, a man that was at her house 3 years ago and hatred started to built up. Snapping her eyes open, still seeing the man as the dummy her eyes flashed red, she pointed her wand and shouted, "Reducto!" and the dummy exploded.
Lyra calmed herself and looked at the floor a little confused, did she just do that? She didn't wanted it to happen she wanted to try the disarming charm but somehow her anger took control over her, which happend much too often lately. She placed her wand in her wrist holster and looked around at the others 'did someone noticed it'? she hoped not.
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