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Headman seemed like he was willing to do more paperwork than her mother was, but maybe it was different here than at the Ministry. Like the paperwork was much less painful. Phoebe watched in detached interest as those creepy hands jerked a kid out the door, and she promised herself to show up on time for class. Early, even. She was extra polite as she raised her hand, since she didn't want those hands touching HER person. "So the thing about dueling is that it doesn't really set you up well for fighting with magic. Like those aren't the same things. Because in a duel, you have to be fast and you have to make split decisions, but there are rules. In a fight, there aren't rules like that, and no one waits for you to bow and there aren't qualms about really hurting each other." |
A whole half minute of the lesson was lost for Isla all due to the excitement surrounding the door of the classroom. It took her nearly a whole minute to remember to breath again after she watched a boney arm drag Curtis back out the classroom and into the corridors. That was the single most interesting and equally terrifying thing she'd ever seen... IT HAD BEEN SO COOL! Anyway...back to the lesson. She tried to ignore the sound of Curtis knocking until some girl brought it up. It drew Isla's attention back to the door again, and she hesitated before returning her focus to the lesson again. She wasn't sure what else she could say about the question Trent had asked. Being from a magical family, she'd heard dueling etiquette mentioned a time or two. The thing was, all three of the rules she knew had already been mentioned. She raised her hand anyway. He'd asked if they thought anything else should be added, which was something she'd never really thought about. A quick little thought came to mind, though, so she chimed in. "Maybe they should agree to the rule of 'what happens in the arena stays in the arena'. Somebody might get mad at their opponent for winning or casting on them and try to get back at them outside the arena," she said. She would hope that would go without saying, but you never knew. |
Nothing that would send him to the Hospital Wing? Well. He had to admit, that was helping his heart rate slow down a little but it had more to do with who was saying the words instead of what he was saying. Trent had that ability to make him feel calm about anything, mostly because of the way he said it. It was enough to make him give the man the smallest of nods. And yes, he was still nervous. Something that didn’t help his current mood? What happened next. His eyes widened to the size of galleons as arms - A R M S - came out of the door? and grabbed Curtis?? and pULLED HIM OUT OF THE ROOM. M E R L I N! Mouth agape, he STARED at the door, completely shocked about what he had just witnessed. This was what happened when you were late to Trent’s class? THIS???!! Cue some mental screaming. With the look of shock still on his face, Lucas turned his attention back to Trent as he started speaking. It took a while to tune in to the Headmaster’s words because, well, mental screaming was loud, you know? And for some reason, he was finding it difficult to forget the mental imagery of the arms coming out of the door. By the time he did tune back in, answers were being given about........ something? There were suggestions being made and a lot of talk about rules. The pieces weren’t really fitting together but that didn’t stop the Gryffindor from raising his hand in the air. "I, uh, I agree with the others about not duelling to death. At least, not if you’re practising." Pause. "I also think there should be an official - sAFE! safe - way to end a duel like that. Because there’s an official way to start it, you know?" And now he was just rambling. |
tiny curtis mention, tiny cece Yoyo was so enamored. She hadn't seen a proper duel since Barcelona, back when she and mum had lived in one of the brightest and most beautiful wizard cities, where dueling competitions were held and some of the greatest of wizards proved their worth. it had been great, but it had also sucked because her mum had never let her stay up for the more advanced matches. Well, the joke was on Jaslene Luna, because Yolanda was about to learn first hand. Or at least, it seemed that way. enraptured as she was, Yoyo hadn't uttered a word, choosing instead to listen to her fellow students, to learn from them so she could properly, properly decide what actually mattered for herself. She nodded along, sometimes with enthusiasm and sometimes with a barely-concealed look of dislike, but there wasn't a single thing she missed. And that was Curtis included. Poor Curtis, he probably hadn't meant to be so late to the lesson, but rules were rules and Headmaster Trent was nice, but not that nice. "I reckon dueling is more about showmanship than it is about fighting." Yoyo found herself musing, tugging on her yellow and black tie as she contemplated the door. "Like bull-fighting or fencing. What if you added a points rule? For every spell that hits you lose a point until 3. 2. 1. You're out." This made a lot of sense considering everyone's answers and all. "Headmaster, have you ever been in a real duel? Not just one for fun?" She asked, finally tearing her attention away from the banished boy reminder and back to the professor. Also, yes. What CECE SAID. Could they let him back in? |
What the what?? She jumped a bit when the boy was thrown from the room. He just threw out a professor's kid, did he realize that? She looked at the headmaster and back to where the kid was and wasn't now. If he was willing to throw out a professor's kid she really didn't want to know what else he would do. She decided she would try to stay fully focused, but there was a chuckle and her eyes went to Kaiser. Even his chuckle was cute, she started to wonder if he chuckled like that often. She had been around him many times, but had she ever heard him chuckle? He needed to do it more often because it was nice to hear, but while she was thinking that she really had gotten distracted from what was going on in class. She turned to focus or try to at least when she saw Al, what was with the cute boys in the seventh year? Her mind went to Gunnar like it always did when she thought of his friends as cute and it always ruined it for her, but she couldn't help she thought they were cute and now she was trying to remember what the lesson was even about. Dueling... yes.. that's what it was... Her hand went up and she hoped to be on the right subject, "Professor, honestly I think with every sport out there it doesn't matter what rules are in place someone isn't going to like it or try to change it. I don't think any rules could be changed for the better, it's just people need to focus and follow them." |
… Nina had absolutely no sympathy for her housemate. If he thought he was above punctuality then clearly he was mistaken. Just because his father was a Professor did not mean he could walk around the school like he owned the place. Nina’s opinion was one of professional caliber, by the way. Her father was a Professor too It was such a distracting feeling that it kept her attention entirely. Which, by the way, was rather unfortunate as it caused her to miss Headmaster Trent telling Eloise off. That and she was still sneezing every now and then. Though she was trying very hard not to. As for their Headmaster’s warning against tardiness, Nina didn’t need it. She refused to be late for anything. Ever. There was only one instance in which she had lost track of time, but due to a remarkably coincidental plant emergency, she had to skip the class all together! Show up late, though? HA! She would never. It would risk public humiliation and the loss of a Professor’s respect. She cared very much about Headmaster Trent’s respect. The next question was another simple one, though it had two distinct parts. Nina didn’t raise her hand, but she did listen to each of her classmates. Again, working hard not to show any sign of judgment though there were always some answers which elicited a great deal of it. Her practiced look of neutrality only faltered when Chloe McCarthy offered up her opinion. Nina almost entirely disagreed with what the Ravenclaw had to say. Of course some rules could be changed for the better. It was ridiculous to assume that all rules were in the best interest of all involved. There were always circumstances that warranted adjustments. Especially as time went on, environment changed as did the times. Rules that were made in the past could use improvement in the future. Just because a rule was a rule did not make it a good one, nor did it mean it had to stay. She did agree that people ought to respect them and perhaps focus more on following them, however. Despite these concerns, Nina kept quiet. Her silence couldn’t be mistaken for absenteeism because it was clear that she was thinking. She just didn’t have anything she wanted to add to the conversation at the moment. Disagreeing with Chloe so openly would draw far too much attention and she rather that stay on the boy who got pulled out of the room. |
Hello yes, what was a summer child? It WAS nice that Kale's dad, aka the professor, aka Headmaster Trent thought he was sweet though! Flynn might have said Headmaster Trent was sweet back but the man was talking a lot now, answering him, saying so much about risks and pure intentions that Flynn just found himself nodding along in earnest. Except, wait, dummies? That was a little mean wasn't it? Couldn't they call them mannequins or even figurines instead? Still thinking about this even as the lesson moved on, Flynn took a moment to catch up with the questions. His hand went up. "Sir, what about taking things away or changing them? I think some of the duelling ruels and etiquette things maybe actually don't have a practical use, they're for show and showmanship because duelling was a popular spectator sport in super old times," was it still now? Not in the same way at least, "and some of those things are performance elements that maybe just stick around because its tradition." Bows and paces and salutes and things. They were signals to the audience that something exciting was going to happen. As a performer himself, Flynn was inclined that way too. He wasn't against a bit of flourish. |
Did Malachi feel bad for the way the boy was pulled from the room? No. Just the night before, he'd implored all his students to be on time. He'd told them specifically not to be late. Just the night before. It was a slight that the Headmaster would not take kindly. He respected their time enough to be there. The least the boy could do was return the courtesy. If not, there were consequences. Easily avoided consequences. SPOILER!!: Replies "Well done. Just a bit of recap before we move on. These days, many of the duels that take place are sporting in nature. Yes, you can use it to solve a dispute if both parties decide on the terms but...in a situation where you find yourself in trouble, the last thing you'll want to do is propose a duel. Of course, there are still some who, while not on friendly terms, do decide to use a duel with higher stakes to solve their disagreement. It happens. Less frequently and not always with witnesses but it happens. Remember, though, if someone wants you dead, they won't bow, count to three then fire. They'll just fire. All the rules go out the door. That's the difference between a duel and a normal altercation. One is agreed upon and both parties are trying to keep the rules in mind, the other is more or less every man for himself." The latter being what he DEFINITELY didn't want inside--or outside--the castle. "Someone stepping on your toe or stealing your boyfriend that results in you hexing them does not constitute a duel, even if they fire back. Grabbing your friends and heading down to the lake to shoot spells at each other--also to be avoided without supervision--is not the same as going in with the intent of a proper duel. Duels have structure. They have rules. There are expectations of both participants and above all, willingness in one form or the other." Attacking someone was very different from challenging them to a duel. Only one of those allowed the person to decline should they choose. "Today, we'll be covering the basics of the duel, just the easy things that should get you a little more comfy, get your feet wet and allow a cushion before we hit the "big league"." There would be time for real dueling another time. Right now, there were still many who didn't have the first clue what to do in a duel--some were still learning how to hold their wands. Throwing them fully into the deep end wouldn't necessarily help. "Everyone, come up and grab some of this thin padding." A pile appeared by his feet after he'd spoken. "Don't be concerned by it's thinness. It's charmed to absorb most things while giving you room to move as needed. Next, make your way to a dummy. Not too close, just close enough to make it clear it will be your opponent." He paused and with a flick of his wand, created bright red lines on either side of the floor. "Behind that line is a safe distance." Behind that line, the dummies wouldn't react. "Eyes on me while I demonstrate the bow to begin the duel. There are two types. One, involves a near 90 degree bend." Here, he paused to demonstrate with a fair bit of precision. "And the other is more of a 45 degree bend." Which he also demonstrated. "It's up to you to decide which you prefer but do be careful, the dummies are a bit......sensitive to insult at the moment and won't take just any bow. I recommend you practising from the safety of that line before stepping forward to give it a real go." ....Just in case. OOC: Time for the mini activity guys! Have your charries either practising the bow or stepping up to the dummy they're facing and giving it a good ole try. I will be posting reactions for the dummies so please don't RP their reactions. You'll have about 48 hrs to get this done before we move on to the main activity. ^_^ |
Yes, yes Noah agreed on the barbaric thing that the Headmaster said. He'd spent a lot of his time, mostly during the summer, to watch his dad go against his grandpa, and heck even his great-grandpa into a duel and it always seemed so elegant and controlled. Like it was a dance between rivals. The timing, the pacing, the breathing even...much wow. As soon as the first set of discussion was over, he got himself what looked like a protective gear for them and then made his way towards one of the dummies. It was a good thing that the magical line appeared before he could get too close to his sparring dummy and say en garde. Noah inched away from the red line and then turned to see the Headmaster do the bow. Well. That was new. Back home, his dad and grandparents would do the wand salute instead. But then again, the session's supposed to be a basic one so he too followed suit. He did the 45-degree one, and once satisfied with it, turned to face his dummy. But before stepping forward, he gave the dummy a good look first-- noting how big it was for him and just how...well, looking far from human. He didn't have trouble imagining it to be a giant though, and that made the whole thing more awesome than it already was. "Can I call you Bob? Hi." Yep. He just had to name the dummy. Give it some dignity because it was going dooooowwwwnnn! Noah stretched his arms and legs a bit, a habit he's got from football practice, shook off the excess excitement there was and slowly found his center. This was Defence Against the Dark Arts after all. He has to take this class seriously as much as winning their football games back home. Standing a tad taller this time, he took a deep breath, and a confident step inside the line. With his shoulders square, his back straight and his arms on both sides, he went on to bow at Bob as perfectly as he could. Snapping back up, he looked at the dummy dead in the...eye or where its eyes would be and waited for it to do the same. It can't be that rude, right? Right? |
Oh good, that was already a rule. She thought a lot of duels ended in death, but apparently that was not true. It made the thought of duelling just a bit less frightening for Jina. She was relieved to hear that they will not be doing it this lesson. Then, she was slightly embarrassed for feeling relieved - she was such a coward. She went to grab the thin padding and moved to stand in front of a dummy behind the line. So they were just practising how to bow? It was an important component of duelling etiquette, so maybe they needed lots of proper practice. She chose the 90 degree bend, which she thought might be preferred by the dummy. Just to be safe. She practised bowing politely, not too quickly but not too slowly either. She then stepped forward to face the dummy and bowed, the way she practised. She spent two seconds at the ninety degree bend, then straightened back up. Well … was that okay? Was it going to bow back? She really wanted to step back behind the safety line, but was afraid it might offend the dummy. If it decided to attack her she was ready to run away. |
They needed to practice the bow??? That seems awfully silly... I mean come on ... a bows a bow right?? Blake thought about it .. and also .. how on earth could a dummy be sensitive ... were they alive .......... I guess anything is possible with magic. But following orders none the less Blake retrieved his 'thin' padding that he has been assured isn't as thin as it looks. He picked a dummy and lined up to it .... well to the red line that was drawn across the floor and took a bow. It felt like a 45 degree bow .. but who knows maybe it was 60 or 80.. definitely not 90. He returned to his upright position and tensed ... did he miss a step? Something about practice ............ dear Merlin what was going to happen .... |
Thank goodness this part of the lesson was over. Most of this stuff was review for Whitney since she'd been in the Dueling Club back at Illvermorny. And she really didn't enjoy going over the same stuff over and over. At all. So, getting started on the actual dueling part of the lesson was a relief. She grabbed a set of padding and put it on before approaching one of the dummies. She stopped with her toes just touching the red line and executed a perfect 90-degree bow to the thing, not intimidated at all. |
Fiona carefully observed Headmaster Trent as he demonstrated the two bows mentally taking in the precise movement of each one. She then made her way to where the pile of thin padding was and put some on before heading to one of the dummies ensuring that she was indeed standing behind the red line. The second-year decided to perform the 45-degree bend. Fiona faced the dummy and carefully bowed, hoping that she had gotten the angle correct because she didn't want to offend. |
Well, that was awkward. Catherine was expecting her to be at least a few months into the Hogwarts system to have a professor be wrong, but it happened on her very first lesson. Seconds weren't 'more common among Muggles', they were also very common - official, even - among Wizards. She would know that, because she had seen official duels many times. Perhaps Headmaster Trent didn't want to scare the students. She agreed the reason he gave the Gryffindor girl who had brought it up could fool the ignorant, but it wasn't accurate. Besides, there was a lot more to a Second than just replacing someone when needed. Of course, they wouldn't be needing any Seconds if they were about to duel dummies and/or under the supervision of an adult. Not that Catherine would said any of that out loud. Still, Seconds were a thing. With that She put it on as she moved towards where the dummies were and turned to watch the Headmaster's demonstration. Blink. A bow, not a wand salute. O...kay. School rule, maybe? She could accept that. There was no way she would do the 90 degree one and lose sight of The dummies were a bit 'sensitive to insult'. See, exactly what she was thinking. So if they insulted one, that was it, they were in for a proper duel and Catherine was certain those dummies could do some damage. They were huge! In all honesty, Catherine felt utterly stupid practicing the bow - the 45 degree one, of course. It was just a bow, there was no way it could go wrong if people took it seriously. Her only consolation was that all other students were doing it too, so at least she was hidden in the silly-looking crowd as she looked stupid herself. After a few times, she looked around until some of her classmates stepped over the line and bowed to a dummy. It was only then that she stepped forward herself, eyes on the single dummy in front of her. She only got close enough so that the object knew she was its opponent, but she also made sure there was plenty of space in between them - they were huge! Bowing politely at a 45 degree, Catherine then kept close watch on the dummy in front of her, resisting the urge to wipe her sweaty hands on her robes. |
Knowing that they would eventually end up duelling at some point during the lessons, he now focused all of his attention on the headmaster. Not because he needed to particularly practice the formalities of duelling but because it was just respectful. And also, because he was a prefect and wanted to set a good example. Did he mention he was a prefect? Sure, the headmaster made a few good points, points that he himself had thought of whilst considering the rule changes to duelling but either way, a duel didn’t really come down to your bowing technique. It might have been a tad disrespectful to not actually do it or to do it to a poor standard but in the end, it came down to how skilled a duellist you are. But was he the one who wasn’t going to practice bending at different angles? No. Obviously not. After taking a few moments to find some padding that actually fitted his large frame, Ewan stepped behind one of the red lines, watching the professor as he showed the correct bowing technique. Surely the 90 degree one was a sign of respect? Bowing lower? Choosing to do it properly, he fixed his arms to his side and bowed, not in any real direction but just as a practice one. Finally satisfied with his technique, he stepped to the red line, stopping just behind it, his hand clutched tightly in his right hand and, after a moment, bowed 90 degrees to the dummy, doing his best to keep perfect eye contact with the lifeless enemy. |
Charlie hadn’t added anything to the second question because shew wasn’t sure what to say. Sure her mom had mentioned duels here and there but never had she actually sat down to learn the rules. That just sounded bleh. Yet here she was in class about to have to do just that. Learn rules and actually duel. She rolled her eyes at their task. Walking forward she grabbed one of the padded things of gear and placed it over her. It felt large but she was fairly certain it was only because she was so tiny. Sighing she walked past the red tape on the floor. No way in Merlin she was going to end up getting hit by a dummy and be made a fool. Glancing around she noticed some of the room practicing a bow. She bent with nearly straight legs, because everyone knew that you never and she meant never locked your knees. Once she hit 45 degrees she stopped. She wasn’t too sure about bending to 90, that seemed like poor taste because she wouldn’t be able to see her opponent. Taking a deep breath she took a step forward and bowed to the 45 degrees she had been practicing then slowly stood. She sure hoped this was the right thing. It was the right thing.... right? She did not want to get blasted by a dummy. |
Headmaster Trent's assurances to him that maiming and the use of too advanced spells weren't allowed at Hogwarts lifted a little weight off his shoulders that he didn't even know had been there. Cole had guessed that it probably was the case with supervised practice duels in school settings but it was nice to get it confirmed from an expert. He heard the sound of knocking on the door but ignored it as the lesson moved on. Cole immediatley felt displeased. They we're going to duel dummies? But he had wanted to duel with a peer like Naya or someone else from his house not a dummy that apparently we're very touchy. As ordered the blond fifth year went over and got himself some thin protection padding which Cole put it on in silence as Headmaster Trent kept demonstrating the next steps of bowing. When they we're allowed to practice Cole went over to stand behind the a safe red line but in front of his chosen dummy. He practiced the two bows several times before he felt confident enough to try it for real. Taking a long breath, he stepped over the line to face his dummy. He looked up at it and smiled broadly but with respect. "Hi mr dummy sir! I hope it's okay that we partner?" Not expecting an answer Cole bowed down low in the 90 degree bend as best he could before he straighted up and waited with suspence to see if the dummy would bow too or not. |
SPOILER!!: Headmaster Trent Alessandro took the Headmaster's point about the technicalities of a duel, but rules were only as good as the men that abided by them. And while it was hardly gentlemanly to break the predetermined rules of a duel, well, things happened. True duel or not. As the Defense Against the Darks Arts Professor, Trent ought to be more explicit about that to his wand-happy peers (see: Gryffindors). He quietly did as he was bid, collecting the materials and prepping accordingly, before he watched Trent demonstrate two proper bows. His technique was good. Al knew. He had seen his father and uncles and cousins in countless duels in enough duels to know the difference. There was something about a good dueller that was in the shoulders, taut bowstring, always ready, but not too stiff. Fluid. Alessandro was a fair dueller. Better than most of his peers, if he had to assume, but he was not Angelo. His older cousin was devastating in a duel. Al aspired to be as quick, as refined, as catastrophic. He had fought in duels before. |
That was a lot of info from the Headmaster, Jillian heard most of it- well, the important parts really. She knew that if she didn't listen well enough and doze off into her own bubble that she might be doing the next part of their class wrong... Which based on experience (during her baking sessions with her aunt) she tends to do. She eyed the headmaster when he picked one of those padding. Okay, that's good to hear. With these things, Jillian just really wants to be safe. Deep breath. They're going to do something simple for now. First up was the bowing to these dummies that the Headmaster prepared for them. Growing up in a traditional Korean family, bowing was a way of life. She watched the professor demonstrate what they needed to do for now. It was simple and straight-forward. It was the appetizer before they dive into the dueling activity. As he did mention 'before we hit the "big league".' earlier. So she went on to grab herself on of those padding just like what the other kids did , then made her way towards one of the dummies. Her feet planted not too far away from it, staring at the dummy for quite sometime. She remembered the headmaster said something about it sensitive. How is the dummy going to be sensitive considering that it is an inanimate object? Whatever that meant, she will soon find out... Her eyes squinted a bit before taking her position and bowing in a 45 degree bend. Still watching the dummy and making sure she can move quickly just in case it becomes 'sensitive'. |
Letting Curtis in! Cecelia suspected that deep down, Headmaster Trent was a bit of a softy. He was even letting the older boy back into class after he'd been late, which he DIDN'T have to do, but was. That was real nice of him, truly, and the blonde smiled at the man and nodded her head. "Sure thing, headmaster." She could get the door NO problem. Quickly and quietly, the second year moved over to the door and opened it, offering the older kid a curious look. "If I were you, I'd apologize. 'Specially 'cause he's letting you back in." She was JUST saying. It was the least he could do. Job done, Cecelia was SO ready to duel and even IF it was against a dummy, she was feeling excited. She'd never really HAD a duel before that wasn't make believe and she hoped she'd be a good dueler with some practice. Grabbing some protective pads and putting them on, the second year found herself a dummy and moved behind the line so she could try a few bows out on her own before things really got going. The 45 degree bow was the easier one, obviously, and Cece bet it was the one she'd go with against classmates 'cause she could right herself quicker and get to dueling STRAIGHT away. The 90 degree one, though, felt VERY dramatic and SUPER polite and she wondered if THAT one would please the dummy more. She practiced a few times, very serious expression and with attention to posture, finding the whole thing kinda humorous. Was she making a good impression here or what? Once she felt she had a good grasp on bowing, the small blonde got her wand out and stepped back in front of the line, eyeing her dummy. She kept eyeing it even as she bowed down the WHOLE 90 degrees JUST like she saw another older kid doing. As she righted herself again, she felt a surge of nervous energy rush through her, waiting to see what the dummy would do in response. |
Good thinking? Claudine felt instantly proud of herself and murmured a quick ‘thank you’ to Trent. Believe it or not, his praise boosted her morale a little higher. She focused her attention on the other responses thinking that some of her fellows raised good points too. Already she was liking this lesson and couldn’t wait to get started on the activities. Since they were covering the basics in this first lesson, the Snakette wondered if the would be moving on to full duels as the term progressed. That would be very exciting indeed. Perhaps she could duel Blake; the thought was rather satisfying especially when she thought of making him sprout antlers. Claudine eyed the padding that had suddenly appeared. They really did look like they would shred to bits from the slightest of spells but if Trent said they were sturdy than they looked, then she believed him. “Grab the dummy next to mine?’’ she whispered to Bernie before moving to take some padding. Once that was done, she placed herself before a dummy but behind that red line. Sensitive dummies? They needed to get over themselves. Nevertheless, Claudine practiced a ninety degree angle bow safely from behind the line. What did she think? That it was enough practice for she stepped over the line to make the exact confident but polite ninety degree bow as before. |
Suddenly, Isla was really nervous about the thought of dueling. It had made her nervous before, but now that the headmaster had gone and used the words 'big league', her nerves were getting the best of her. She just hoped her paired first years with first years and so on. The thin padding wasn't helping much either, even though it was supposedly charmed to hold a lot. Isla eventually made her way toward the pile of thin padding and pulled the piece off the top. Padding in hand, she turned toward the line-up of dummies and chose one at random. None of them made her feel any easier about the thought of dueling, so it didn't matter which one she faced off against. She looked toward it, giving it whatever signal it needed to realize she was challenging it. She wondered if it would be okay to just stay behind the red line to the entire time. She liked this little mini activity. She could interact with the dummy with it not moving a muscle, or whatever you called the body parts of a dummy. Of course she'd be doing the ninety degree bend. The last thing she wanted to do was insult an inanimate object charmed to do Merlin-knew-what to her. Then, behind the safety of the red line, the first year bowed at what she estimated was a ninety degree bend. |
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And don't worry, Trent. She was right behind the red line. |
:3 returning Considering what happened with Curtis, what would be his normal reaction? Making a scene of course. He still thought this was totally unfair. But... a scene had already happened. It was humiliating being pulled out of class like that without so much as a direct warning to him. Lots of things get forgotten overnight. He could've broken something on him from the fall if he wasn't so young and athletic from all the running around back home. No matter who was at fault it was what it was. When the door had snap shut, Curtis thought he reacted quite maturely. He didn't yell or scream or throw anything at the door. Anything he muttered was at a volume so low only rabbit ears could detect through the door from the distance he was away from it. He thought it over. The Headmaster versus him. Nope. That meant parents knew instantly anything he did involving the Headmaster. That was all he needed was his parent's attention. So with that, he resigned to making nice. Knocking politely, he waited... and waited.. and waited.. Okay, maybe it wasn't that long of a wait but patience was still a learning process for Curtis. But he wasn't going to break. His patience paid off when the door finally opened and it was a younger girl who opened it instead. Well, least that meant he was okay to come in. Apologize?? To the man who inflicted child abuse on him? Well, he was going to do better than that. He nodded at uh... whoever this girl was, she was nice, that was all he knew. So she got his form of grateful acknowledgment. Walking over to the Headmaster, Curtis paused for a moment, not wanting to look down instead meeting eye to eye. "Thank you." For letting me back in. For not yelling. For not uh.... using me as a test dummy? Bah, hopefully, that delivered the message. Guess he could participate in lesson now? When he was allowed to join the others, Curtis looked around to follow what everyone else was doing. Picking a test dummy. Oh, so they were going to duel? Curtis had no choice but to be a good boy now. He collected a padding to put on himself. Everyone was bowing to a dummy.. why? Oh. Probably has some sort of magic on it. He gazed at the dummy behind the red line before taking a bow as low as some others around him were (90 degrees) to it. Was that respectful enough? He attempted to mimic what everyone else was doing. |
Whatever just happened was all a whirlwind because one minute there was that slytherin boy inside the classroom and then he was outside and Cecelia was going to let him back in? Cecelia who suggested snack breaks?? Which sounded good in THEORY, but practical, definitely not. Perhaps at the END of the dueling matches, snacks might be beneficial but not in between rounds. Other signs of etiquette well, a lot of them were already mentioned cause Carsyn had been thinking on the slytherin boy and the creepy fingers. Vigilance? But she wasn't sure that really counted as etiquette. No matter though because they were moving on and the fifth year had to stifle a snicker. Wait, was anyone really that petty that they would duel over stealing a boyfriend?? Also kinda a good thing he mentioned to avoid shooting spells at each other down at the lake. So dueling was kinda preparation for the unprepared? Should they expect to be randomly attacked when out in the real world? Taking some of the thin padding, she watched the Headmaster demonstrate the bows, deciding right then and there that the forty-five degree bend was going to be her preferred bow because she would have better eye contact that way. Which was the one she practiced from behind the line. |
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