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Then Melanie sent another spell the twitchy ears hex and focusing she cried "Protego!" and the spell hit the shield rebound to a chair making it shake. With a smooth move she casted "Impedimenta!" keeping the circle |
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Melanie smiled thought fully, trying to think up another spell. She got lost in thought when.... |
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"Well good job, you won cause you knocked me out of the arena." Melanie stated the obvious. "Congrats!" she said with a forced grin. Now I gotta boo boo humph... |
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"Number one, Cameron, my name is not Jacob Bakers Jail Upstead, number two," he started, wand still raised. "MORSUS!" He watched as the stinging hex went straight for Cameron, this was his best one, Jake was soooooo itching for it to work. That evil little boy... |
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"Oh shoooo--PROTEGO!" He cut his sentence off to cast the shield charm and it was a bit more focused this time. The spell didn't appear to hit him, he didn't feel any sting but the sting on his ankle still hurt. Still on the floor, he quickly put out his wand again. "WOOHOOO! I did it, uh-huuuh! It's mah birthday, JACOB FAKER FAIL UPSTEAD." The name was probably wrong, but he wanted to get this duel over with and like win or lose already. "I've always wanted to see this on someone else, hehe!" With that he waved his wand, casting the Twitchy-Ear Hex. Maybe Jake would've liked it. |
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"Cameron will you st- THAT. IS. NOT. MY. NAME." Jake shouted at the boy, enraged. How many times had Jake told him?! Well... once... but that was besides the point. "I- ACK!" Jake totally missed the hex flying at him, with his sudden loss of temper. Emotions faaiiiiilllll... he moaned internally, covering his ears with his hands. There was no way he was carrying on with twitchy ears... he'd been hit, he was down... "Okay, mate, you win," Jake sighed in resignation. "Just, make it stop... please?" |
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Then from the eye-twitch to the enraged person, he put his hands up in the air when he saw the twitch in Jake's ear. Oh yeah, he won. He totally won, for the first time in all of his duels. Happy happy happy! But Jake didn't like the twitching, if his eyes could twitch, how come he didn't want his ears to twitch? Total awesomeness. Limping with his still stung ankle, he slowly walked over to Jake and looked at the twitchy ears. "If ya want, I could use our wands to put it in yer ears. Maybe that'll stop 'em!" Slowly he looked at his own wand. Maybe Jake's wand was all... ear-waxxy. But then again he was a neat-freak. But then again... "On second thought, never mind! Let's gooooo now." |
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"Why do I always injure the legs?" Jake muttered to himself, noting Cameron's limp before speaking up. "Come on then, I suppose I better look up away to get rid of these twitching ears." And with that, Jake led the way out, waiting for Cameron to limp along after him. |
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"A way to cure stinging hexes tooooo!"' He followed Jake out of the Dueling Arena and still walked with a limp. |
Dominic was a bit unsure of himself - dueling a seventh year was definitely far above his league. But at the same time, he also knew that as his OWL exams were coming up at the end of the term, this would be excellent practice for him. And it was a fellow Hufflepuff, whom despite their minimal contact last term other than the Quidditch Pitch, the older wizard would never hurt him. And so, with slightly uncertainty about himself, Dominic entered the dueling arena for the second time that year and waited for the lean Quidditch Keeper to follow him. This couldn't be too bad, right? It was only practice AND it was for homework; all the more reason to relax. |
Stalkeeee With either Curse Breaking or Quidditch ahead in Curt’s future, the seventh year Hufflepuff hadn’t really put much effort into dueling this year; yet he still found himself to be formidable enough. Dominic Denton awaited him, a gritty fifth year who would be a challenging match… no doubt. Curt was the veteran, and probably the favorite to win but his nerves were still up a bit. The last time he was in here, he was demolished by a girl three years older than him, ending up in the Hospital Wing. Anyways, he entered the dueling arena and spotted the fifth year. Walking up to him, Curt gave Dominic a twisted smile (all in good humor). “Are you ready for this?” He said, jokingly motioning to his wand as he pulled out the unicorn-cored stick. |
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"Without a doubt," he simply grimaced. Not taking his eyes off the seventh year, Dominic bent slightly in polite bow before standing erect. He could handle this; Curt may have more years of training behind him, but that meant little in the eyes of Dominic Denton. Strong, feisty, hardworking Quidditch Players as they both were, he knew this would be a good practice session. "Incarcerous!" Dominic shouted, sending off the start of the duel. Perhaps not the best of spells to use for the first, but it was the first to come to mind. |
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And there it started, like fireworks… yet with ropes. Curt knew what the curse was before the ropes came flying, incarcerous, efficient for the most part but quite easy to deflect. As a seventh year, Curt had become quite decent at non-verbal magic, so he brandished the unicorn-cored wand without a sound. Protego! Curt thought the incantation vividly in his mind and whipped his wrist quickly. Ah yes, Dominic’s ropes were rendered completely useless and bounces off as it entered the vicinity of Curt’s forcefield. Although he wanted to continue with non-verbal magic, he also felt like using a stunner. Deciding it would be a bit rude to non-verbally stun (being actually stunned HURTS), Curt brandished his wand, saying the incantation aloud. “Stupefy!” And a jet of red light was slung at the Hufflepuff prefect. |
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Not even hearing the incantation, but only by the wand movement, had the fifth year known that Curt had successfully blocked his hex with a focused shield charm. Stupid non-verbals, he thought bitterly, glaring sourly at the seventh year. Angrily preparing himself for the retaliation, Dominic had flicked his wand and already begun "Protego!" just as red light cast from Curt's wand. A stunner!? Oh he wanted to play dirty, eh? Without much thought to what next, "Locomotor mortis," slipped from the fifth year's lips as though the words were second nature. |
Ah, it was a good block. Curt shook his head slightly, Dom was going to be much more of a threat than he had anticipated. The fifth year Hufflepuff that was opposing him muttered a jinx that Curt couldn’t quite decipher. But it was flying at him none-the-less, “Protego!” Curt yelled, panicked yet concentrated. His shield charm was a bit late, and Dom’s spell hit the force-field and shoved Curt to the point where he lost a bit of his balance and was forced to take a step backwards. At least his legs weren’t stuck together. Curtis raised his wand and flicked it, once again practicing his non-verbal magic. Petrificus Totalus! He focused in his mind the big brother version of Dom’s earlier curse… this one would be harder to read perhaps. |
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Albeit this minor little success of the prefect's had his own awareness levels lowered and so he hardly took notice at the subtle wand flicking until it was too late. "Prot--" he started to say, but his five foot ten frame was thrown backward as he gazed blankly up at the ceiling in a full-body bind. |
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With a simple wave of the wand and utterance of “finite incantatem”, the side effects were lifted. Once he had reached Dom, he put out his hand to help him up, “Nice duel Dom, you are way better than I was when I was in my fifth year.” He was being truthful, Dom had a knack for this… obviously. Curt was better with transfigurations and numbers. |
As Dominic lay there, unmoving at the ceiling, his mind was still racing with about a billion and one questions. For the seventh year, the defense professor, and many more . . . But it wasn't long though before he could wiggle his toes again as he felt a strong, firm hand helping him stand. "Thank you, Curt," he commented. "Though I could have been more vigilant, I suppose that comes with practice." Mused by that, he led the way from the Dueling Arena and off towards the Common Room to finish up on this Defense Assignment now that the practical parts were out of the way . . . |
Copernicus entered the dueling arena and glanced around hopefully. He wanted to relieve a bit of... frustration, and he hoped his partner would arrive soon. |
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Copernicus turned and stepped out of the line of her spell with his eyebrow up. "That is NOT sportsmanlike, Miss Greingoth. However, you're charming and I forgive you." He bowed and raised his wand. "Shall we? Do you want to make a... wager on this? Something friendly?" |
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"What is it that you had in mind..., Cope?" she asked, dropping the formality and adopting a cautious tone instead. She wasn't aware that Ravenclaws set wagers---especially this Ravenclaw. "Just go ahead and tell me what I'll receive when I win. I don't believe we need to waste time discussing what would happen if you won..." She finished her little speech with a half-smile---afterall, Copernicus Kettleburn was her friend. |
"A favor," he offered. "For both of us. If you win, I'll do you a favor of your choosing. And if I win... you'll owe me. Nothing that breaks any rules, I promise." He headed for the middle of the room and took up his position. "Just a friendly sort of wager, I promise." |
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