"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.

Plymouth skipped happily into the Dueling Arena. He was truly happy, from his his puffy hair to his toes and out to his fingers that were happily wrapped up in Cela's hand. Too bad one couldn't duel and hold hands at the same time. Grudgingly, Plymouth dropped her hand and took the far position on the dueling platform.

He was about to get his head hexed off and yet his big grin remained.

"Alright, CellBell. Hit me with your best shot. When you're ready." Plymouth got his wand out and started chanting "Protego" over and over in his head.

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.

Plymouth had no doubts about losing. Zero. But, he played along anyway, "WELL," he started, giving her a dramatic and unnecessary bow back. As he put his signature hand on his hip as he rose, he replied, "I would like to go flower picking on the grounds. And to maybe meet your folks this summer. And for you to meet my mom. And I guess Copernicus's dad, too, but that's less important."


Plymouth raised his wand hand over his head in preparation.

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.

"Stop trying to sting me!!" Plymouth called from his hunkered down position behind his shield. "I'm going to need a warm bath and milk and a hug from my mom after this!" He managed to at least miss most of the stinging this time (though he was sort of stinging all over - what was a little more??) but, as per usual Plymouth fashion, he missed the follow-up hex.


So this is how Plymouth Morgan came to be tied up on the Dueling Arena floor. "I concede! Don't sting me anymore! Please! UNCLE!!"


At least it hadn't been eyeball eating birds this time.

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.

Plymouth's eyebrows followed suit and shot up in the air, too. For the first time ever - Plymouth was a little afraid of his girlfriend. Wasn't there rules against hexing people when they were down? He was too shocked to shield.


So in addition to being tied up on the floor of the dueling arena, Plymouth now had huge ears and was STILL BEING STUNG. He threw his shield up after the fact. Sigh.


"ENGORGIO YOURSELF CELANDINE!" Plymouth all but threw his wand at her. Who knew what he was aiming at, but he sure did have lots of intent behind that one. In the meantime, he put his wand in his mouth to start untying himself.

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!

Plymouth's neck shot up like a giraffes. UH OH. He hadn't got stung again - so something was clearly wrong.


Boy, oh boy, was something wrong.


Plymouth left his feet tied up and crawled over to his now oddly proportioned. His face knew no limits to the amount of horror it could hold. "I. Am. SOOO. Sorry. Umm.." Umm indeed. "Does it hurt? Shall I call a mediwizard? I know a witchdoctor, Mum gets herbs from him. Oh NO. Celly. How many fingers am I holding up?" Plymouth held up 2, then 3, then 2 fingers, clearly not being able to decide which would be best for her. "Can you stand up?" Plymouth bounced around on his knees and tried to remember that stupid anti-curse thing. Stupid KaziVIOLENCEiz!!

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."

"No... no way. I lost. I so lost. My whole body hurts and I'm pretty sure I just had a mild heartattack." Except it was a major one. Plymouth did NOT, officially, like dueling.

Plymouth hugged her back, probably a little too tight, then got the pair of them to their feet. "Are you SURE you're okay?" Plymouth blinked a few times at her, being sure to keep his eyes focused on that little face. "Let's go sign the book and ... get out of here. Did I say I was sorry? I sooooo am. I totally didn't mean to do that. You know that, right? I just..." Plymouth was a wee bit frantic.

"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.

"Like what?" Plymouth gave her an odd look and started them towards the door. "All engorgio'd and flailing? Are you kidding? Were you listening about my heartattack?" Plymouth took her hand and put it to where his heart could be felt rapidly beating against his chest. "I don't want you to be anything but Cela. Or Cellbell. And my girlfriend. And ... " Plymouth held a melted bit of fudge out in front of her with one hand and held the door open with the other.

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!