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Following the Department of Mysteries man, now that he knew that was what he was from his conversation with the woman running the last challenge, Dorian nodded as he listened to the explanation the department head of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was giving, as per what they'd be facing in the next challenge. Chad Stryker, he mentally filed away, just on the odd chance he'd need to know the names of the heads. It never hurt, and he was intrigued by the faint foreign-ness of the man. French, he decided. Perhaps his previous travels were more of an advantage than he'd thought, even though he still wished the reason for them was different.
Pushing thoughts of his lost fiancee to the back of his mind again, he arched an eyebrow at the possibility they would be faced by either a ghost or poltergeist. Neither one really scared him, not after what he'd experienced in life. So this would be interesting.
Moving into the hallway indicated, he paused at the entry for a second to let his eyes adjust to the dim light. Sometimes, and especially when he didn't know what he was facing, wand light would just hinder him. This was better, and besides, he'd have his wand more readily available if other spells were needed. Walking forward as he deemed his eyesight wasn't going to get any better, he scanned everything around him in only semi-feigned suspicion. he didn't know what he was facing, and he didn't want to slip up. Sticking to the center of the hallway as he noted the slimy walls, he paused again as his continually moving eyes took in a shiny spot on the floor. The odds of the rogue mops from two challenges back having stopped in here were slim, so he skirted around the area. Caution was the advantage here.
Moving back to the center of the hallway, he paused again as he saw a faint line crossing the pathway. Trip line, he thought, stepping over it carefully. He didn't want another incident like two challenges earlier, when he ended up on the floor. Continuing to walk as he left the trip line behind him, he ducked as a tennis ball came out of nowhere to speed at his head. Slipping his wand out as even more mysterious tennis balls zoomed around, several bounced off him before he spoke. "Impedimenta," he cast, successfully stopping at least a few of them as he kept moving, ignoring the thuds of the rest of the balls making contact with his sides and back. The pain was nothing. He'd survive. And as a chill entered the area several feet before he reached the door, he raised an eyebrow again, pausing. Obviously something was happening.
When a woman appeared in front of him, holding another tennis ball, he stood his ground, lips quirking up into a half-smile at the amusement on her face. "I'm happy you seem to be enjoying this, my good madam poltergeist," he said calmly, slipping the hand that wasn't still holding his wand into his pocket. Withdrawing it again, he revealed the shrunken pygmy puff toy. "Perhaps I could trade you for the tennis ball? Or simply leave you with a little gift?" Yes, she was obviously blocking his way out, and just as obviously was the one who had set all the traps that had left him with more faint bruises. But flattery was always a better route than threats, even with dealing with spectral beings.
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