"Thank you, and I know I agreed we could use any spell we wanted, I did not expect you to use a nonverbal spell, I am only a 1st year I have not learned them yet", Herminny said giving Lucy a simpathetic look.

"I know. My bad." She answered. She helped Herminny up. "Just got so worked up. But dont worry I wont record this in the log because it wasnt completely fair." She added. "Oh and I used Obscuro. It puts a blind fold around the opponents. Use it next time you duel someone." She said. "Just my little way of apologizing." She said smiling.

"Cool, thanks, and it was a pretty good duel,eh", Herminny said and then asked, "You wanna come hang out with me down by the court yard".

"Sure. You Gyriffendors arent that bad. There fun to hand out with!" She said.

occ: meet you at the courtyard.

Was there anything better than being able to enjoy such a simple thing like hand-holding without hurting someone? Probably, Cela had liked the whole mistletoe thing a great deal.

"What do I get if I win?" Cela asked, skipping to her place and doing a little spin to face Plymouth, "And what do you want if you win?"

She tied her hair back and did the whole bow and salute thing.

Cela looked at Plymouth in alarm when he said he wanted to meet her parents. That was not safe. Not good. Cela wasn't even sure how Nico would react let alone her parents. Eeeep! She didn't much want Plymouth to disappear! "Everything except meeting my parents." Celandine was pretty sure that would be a grave mistake. She smiled at him tentatively, attempting to calm her nerves after that. "Well, If I win, you have to give me candy whenever I want some. And hugs. And mistletoe." Cela's grin turned mischievious and she began bouncing from foot to foot.

She flicked her wand and sent a quick stinging hex at Plymouth, intending to see how fast he could shield. She followed it up quickly, "Tarantallegra!"

Plymouth was about to ask why he couldn't meet her parents when he saw the wand flinch. The thing about Cela - Plymouth was watching. He was watching her every move and she almost always had his full attention (save for when Anna and her Veela-like skills caught him).


He gave his typical little "AHHH" and yelled, "Protego!!!!" It was a tie though. It didn't shield the whole thing, but most of it. "AHhh!" he yelled again. "The stinging got me a little!" But he wasn't have to dance around like a fool, at least.


"Farfallanegli!!" Plymouth shouted, a little spell he'd learned from a carnie once. It made one feel like they had butterflies in their tummies. HEHE!


OOC: It's Italian. Farfalla - butterfly : negli - in. Butterflies in the tummeh.

Celandine got hit by whatever spell that was, and yet she felt nothing different. She always had a butterfly filled tummy around Plymouth and as such she just frowned at him in confusion. "What was that supposed to... Densaugeo!" Cela shot the tooth enlarging charm at him and continued talking as if she hadn't interrupted herself, "...do? I didn't feel anything different."

She followed it up with another stinging hex and a cheeky grin.

Plymouth threw his shield up again ("PROTEGO!") and ducked behind it. He was kind of using it like an umbrella. Maybe not the greatest shield, but effective. He didn't anticipate Cela's second spell though! She was asking him questions and distracting him with grins and general cuteness.


So, Plymouth got another dose of stinging. "YEOOW!" he jumped up in the air and did a very acrobatic sort of twist to 'ease the pain' (or make a fool of himself). "It was a carnie spell. Give someone butterflies. Not sure what they used that for.... "morvecourent!!!" Plymouth flicked his wand back at her, tricky little thing that she was! He'd learned that one in France from some big kid with two different colored eyes.


OOC: Snot - run. Should make her snot run. haha YUM.

"Protego!" Celandine threw up her shield in slight alarm at the sound of the spell, since what it sounded like was something gross! But ZOMG it would be funny to use against Nico! "I already get butterflies." Cela told him.

She shot off another round of stinging hexes and this time followed it up with a conjuring spell that she was only just really getting the hang of, "Incarcerous!" Cela aimed at Plymouth's feet.

Cela's eyebrows shot up in alarm. "No." she stamped her foot and pouted, arms folding in front of her, "Duel me properly Plymouth Morgan!" With that Celandine flicked her wand again, "Engorgio!" she aimed the enlarging charm at Plymouth's ear and added some more stinging hexes.

Cela didn't get her shield up in time and the spell hit her square in the chest, knocking her over and... ZOMG. Cela looked down at herself and squealed in embarassment, much too surprised to use the counter on herself. She attempted to stand up, her arms crossed as tight as possible over herself and she overbalanced almost immediately, arms going straight out to flail like crazy while she straightened up and attempted to get her footing steady. It wasn't that she looked bad it was just so... so...


Eeeep!

Cela quit flailing, balance now achieved. She looked down at herself and then at Plymouth crawling on the ground and suddenly it hit her how funny it all was. "It doesn't hurt, just a bit... restricted." Cela told him between the giggles that were threatening to erupt from her. She tried to breath, but a deep breath wasn't particularly easy. She felt constrained and tight and generally odd. "It's just... sudden... and a little scary and..." she swallowed and recalled the counter, pointing her wand at herself, "Reducio!"

To her relief, things were soon back to normal and she dropped to her knees and shuffled over to give Plymouth a hug. A normal, safe hug. Which made her wonder how she would possibly hug anyone... errr... later. She let out a little teehee. "I think you won, Plymmy. But you can't meet my parents."

"You didn't lose! I lost! You got me good, Plymmy!" Cela told him before chewing on her lip, "Would.... you like me better like... that?" Cela kept her hands down so that she didn't subconciously gesticulate to explain what she meant.

Cela nodded, "But one day... maybe? I don't know..." She screwed her nose up and relaxed a bit when she felt Plym's heart beating like woah. She brightened and took the fudge, popping it in her mouth and taking Plymouth's hand to drag him over to the log book.

Ethan entered the arena and paused to look around. It hadn't really changed all that much since the last time he was here...

... as a student.

He climbed on the dueling platform and waited, wand drawn and hanging at his side, held loosely in his right hand.

The door creaked open. Clomp! shluff-shluff. CLOMP! Shluff-shluff. The old man's slow footsteps were punctuated by the whack of his ebony cane against the cold stone floor.

"Truebridge. I am pleased that you kept our appointment." Kazimeriz said as he shuffled toward the dueling pistes. As he approached the steep stairs, he abandoned his cane and slowly climbed to the piste floor. He wouldn't give Truebridge the satisfaction of seeing the pain that he was in this day, lest he feel moved to go easy on him or cancel the duel altogether. He would not be coddled for his age or infirmity.

This duel was a matter of honor, and his pride -- his honor, as a gentleman-- was something Valon Kazimeriz held sacred.

Kayla slipped inside the arena after waiting for Professor Kazimeriz to go in first. She stood quietly in the shadows not wanting to be seen for one and also not wanting to distract either Professor's from their task at hand. Which was to kill each other? Surely not!