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A dueling dummy partner! Cooool! Phoebe hopped (literally) over to grab some of the padding, and she mostly got it onto herself in some semblance of order on her body as she marched her way over to an unoccupied dummy. So her padding fit weird and might be on upside down and backwards. But it still worked, right? "Hey, partner. Nice to meet you. Please try not to concuss me, because my head is my moneymaker. Like I think up things and then the rest of me does those things, you see?" Phoebe inched her way up to the red line and offered her hand to the dummy for a polite handshake. Just being nice, right? |
How would he propose an official ending? Uh???? If Lucas was being completely honest, he had no idea. He had just said the first thing to come to his head and didn’t really consider the bigger picture. But then Trent started speaking and he...... was lost for words. He stared blankly at the man, a little embarrassed that he hadn’t thought of that but mostly clueless about how to respond. Was disarming the best way to end a duel? He had no idea. He didn’t exactly have an opinion on the information being given, not until the man started talking about the basics of a duel, which they were going to be covering today. It was then that he felt his heart drop and he started wringing his hands as a result. He didn’t like this. And he especially didn’t like the big leagues part that Trent had mentioned. Lucas wasn’t in a rush to get the padding but he knew it would be important. And he didn’t want to go into a duel without it. He wasn’t that type of Gryffindor. No thank you. He also didn’t want to choose a dummy but he had a feeling he had no choice in that. It was with this thought in mind that he approached a random dummy - only after he had his padding on - and stood in front of it. Behind the red line. Uh, hey? There was an awkward smile on the fifth year’s face as he took out his wand and started bowing to the dummy. A full, 90 degree bow. Why? He had no idea. |
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The NeRVe of some students. The utter gall. The thing that set the dummy in motion. It moved, a twitch at first before suddenly ramming itself into the boy to knock him off his feet just outside the line. The padding no doubt absorbed most of it, but it wouldn’t have prevented the Gryffindor from toppling over. And as suddenly as the assault began, it ended. The dummy moved back to its original position and went still. Quote:
Rude enough that the dummy charged at her, slamming its frame into her (a good thing that padding was there) with such force that it propelled her back behind the safety of the red line. Good thing too because it wasn’t done with her but that line...that line. Reluctantly, the dummy went still once more. Quote:
NO SIR! Try again. Quite affronted—charmed as it was to be—the dummy rammed hard into the boy, the brunt of the force swallowed by the padding but it still sent him reeling back just outside the red line where he was safe from further assault. Then, as if nothing happened. The dummy went still. Quote:
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Briskly, it bent at a 45 degree angle to match hers and would wait until she straightened to do so itself. Well done. Quote:
Perhaps, for his next bow, he could step to the inside of the line and give it another go? Quote:
As several dummies before had done, the dummy rammed right into the girl with full force—a force mostly absorbed by the padding—but certainly enough to send her flying and falling and staggering back behind the line and into safety. Quick as that, the dummy was still once more. Quote:
When the dummy did stir into motion, it rammed into the poor boy—the brunt of the attack thankfully absorbed by the padding. It hit the boy so hard that it would’ve sent him staggering right back outside the line and good thing too because otherwise the dummy wouldn’t have been done with him. And then, just as before., it went still. Quote:
The dummy appraised his motion, his angle, before then mimicking it with its own 90 degree bow. There it stayed, waiting for the boy to straighten so it could do the same. Well done. Quote:
It didn’t stir beyond this position, waiting for her to straighten as she had waited for it to bow. Well done. Quote:
Was it some kind of JOKE to her?? Was it dressed in clown garb??? Did it LOOK funny?? It thought not and so quite suddenly after she’d risen, the dummy rammed into her at full force (the passing absorbing most of it) and shoved her back beyond the red line where she belonged if she couldn’t learn manners. Rude. RUDE. That sorted, it went perfectly still once more. Quote:
The dummy mimicked her 90 degree bow and waited there for her to straighten so they could together. All was well here. Quote:
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As it stood, her being behind the line like that, the dummy didn’t so much as twitch. Silence followed, silence and a notable lack of reaction. Test your luck inside the line? Quote:
Thank you? “You are either brazenly disrespectful or one of the dimmer bulbs in this entire castle. I don’t know which you are but I’m willing to hazard it’s the first. I let you back in because it’s the first lesson of the term and it may have warranted some leniency.” Being yanked out was enough for day one and had set the tone nicely for the rest of the term. “But you, son, are making it difficult to remain lenient. You apologize when you have disrespected a Professor—or anyone else—by arriving late. You offer an explanation, should it help your case and dissuade me from thinking you simply don’t care. You do NOT open my classroom door after it has been shut, you get here BEFORE it shuts as your peers have done or in future, you will REMAIN outside.” THANK YOU????????? “Out. Until you’ve learned courtesy and what is expected of you in a school environment, you will wait outside the classroom and you will meet me to recover this lesson later. Should it have suddenly hit you, I suggest you make it right now and only then can you rejoin the others.” Thank. You. Quote:
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Smart. The boy could keep practicing over there, but when he was ready for a reaction, he would have to step forward. Until then, the dummy would be silently waiting. |
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She jumped over the line with a neat hop, and then bowed again, still at a 45 degree angle, still waiting to see out of the corner of her eye if her dummy was going to do anything. |
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Quite well done, waiting for the return bow as she did. A duel was not one person and whether she made the conscious effort to or not, she’d respected her opponent by giving it a chance to bow, too. In this position, it waited for her to straighten so it could do the same together. |
no bowing yet, just internally monologuing. u know how it is. Kaiser nodded to show he understood what Trent was saying to him, in response to his answer, and left it at that. The Headmaster hadn't explicitly said so, but it sounded like there was no judgement in throwing away the etiquette book if someone were to come at him with a brandished wand and a murderous intent. Not that judgement would have stopped Kaiser - that would have been ridiculous - but Trent's approval was still inexplicably It was funny, but Kaiser couldn't actually envision himself taking part in a proper duel. It was a bit like fighting, which he had sworn off back when he was thirteen, with the self-imposed stipulation that he could fight back if his life was in immediate danger. He didn't even spar, because he didn't trust himself at all, and duelling was just an official spar, with magic. Oh, sure, Kaiser could see himself in a magic fight, if he was attacked and needed to defend himself or something, but he wouldn't duel. Ever. Which... might be a problem, if that was where this class was leading, but it was a resolve he would be stubbornly sticking to. From what Trent had said, that would be a problem for another day, which, while a good thing today, inspired a very unpleasant feeling in the pit of Kaiser's stomach, despite him being a person who generally didn't think much further than the next twenty-four hours. How on earth would he get around that when the time came? He didn't think a 'conscientious objector' argument would hold much sway in a controlled environment like Trent's classroom. One thing Kaiser knew, absolutely and unequivocally, was that whenever that lesson came, he would not be taking part in a duel. That level of certainty (though he knew it wouldn't be well received) did make him feel a bit better. If Trent had them fake-duelling dummies later in this lesson, however, Kaiser's future problem would become today's problem. But maybe it wouldn't come to that. Suddenly realising he had been stood stock still, staring intently at nothing in particular while his classmates launched into action around him, Kaiser blinked his way back into the present moment, and looked around to watch the others, as he had accidentally gained that particular advantage. ... It was ridiculous, that something as simple as the idea of practicing a bow was suddenly giving him such a bad feeling. Ridiculous, and yet it made horrible sense, when he really thought about it. Kaiser swallowed and wiped his sweaty palms on the insides of his pockets, and, pretending he didn't know exactly how pale in the face he had gone, went to retrieve some padding. He moved slowly, delaying things as much as he possibly could, trying his very hardest not to look at the dummies now, or Trent, or indeed a anyone at all. This padding. Fiddly stuff, right? Crazy! |
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Tom blinked, he then blink again as the Headmaster continued to speak, the guy didn't seem like a joker but well had he just said the dummy could get insulted by the way he bowed to them, now this was scary, doing exactly what the headmaster said, he soon was stood behind a line looking at the dummy, did he dare cross the line and try, now that was the question. Tom stood for what felt like eternity but was in fact just mere moments, he decided that he was going to just play it safe and practice from behind the lines, he was shaking with nerves as he bowed, which made it a very clumsy one. |
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He fastened his padding on and listened to the rest of the instructions, head cocked slightly. He then went to take a position on the right side of the line, the side that Trent had said was safe, and looked toward the figurine for a second before his eyes went back to Trent and his demonstration. Bows he could do. Perfect bows in fact. He could even do them with flourishes if required, a proper révérence. Would that be weird in class? It probably would, wouldn't it? Flynn simply went ahead and bowed with his back straight, posture perfect, first at an almost precise 45 degrees. He then he straightened up, and then bowed again at 90 degrees, so accurately that you'd be hard pressed to find even a degree out were you to measure the angles his body made. With dance, and ballet in particular this came naturally. A few more bows just for the sake of it and to show the headmaster he was taking it all seriously, and then he straightened again and took a step past the line, his gaze falling on the mannequin. After a brief moment of serious consideration from his big blue eyes, Flynn bowed an exacting 45 degrees, eyes cast down as his body bent so carefully, and then without lifting his head his gaze lifted, looking towards the form in front of him, remaining so still, a little apprehensive, but mostly entirely curious. |
Headmaster Trent’s words sunk in as Cordelia actually tried to pay attention for once in her life. This information could be something she actually needed to know. If someone wanted to kill you, they would just murder you outright rather than challenge you to a duel. She remembered what had happened at Stemp House over the summer, what she had tried so hard to deny that it had actually happened. Something that no matter how hard she tried to ignore and deny it, had a lasting effect on her. There was no time to reflect on that, however, because the lesson was moving on. What did they need protective padding for? Cordelia was not going to wait until after being injured through lack of proper safety equipment to find out. Grabbing some of the padding, Cordelia pulled it on as she found a spot opposite a dummy behind the red line. Cordelia stayed behind the red line practicing her 45 degree bow as she observed some of her classmates approaching the dummies. It appeared that the dummies did not react kindly to quick bows. From her observations it seemed like she would need to allow time for her opponent to return the bow before straightening her back. When she was satisfied with her ability to bow at exactly a 45 degree angle, Cordelia stepped forward of the red line to face the dummy. Carefully, she lowered her torso to a 45 degree angle while maintaining eye contact with the dummy. She would not move from this position until the dummy had its opportunity to bow back. |
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With nervousness Cole stepped over the red line and faced his dummy again. "I'm sorry for angering you." Taking a shaky breath he eyed his dummy partner for whole more minute before he bowed down in a new 95 degree angle and held there, waiting for the dummy to react.. Please, please don’t be still be angry. |
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Curtis was still in a bowing position when he was being lifted away. Whoa, did I bow wrong? That must be it. He didn't know the proper way but he couldn't be angry over being pulled away this time. After all, he didn't get to hear the full instructions. Oh. Now he was back in front of the Headmaster who was... visibly angry with him. What now? He couldn't believe what was happening. Thanking him wasn't enough? And now I'm being called STUPID in front of everyone? Curtis just stared at the man. Under this reprimand, naturally, one would then follow his instruction and apologize right then and there, yes? But what did that make Curtis? "I said thank you as an appreciation for the second chance." Curtis replied. A genuine token of appreciation and this was how it was twisted. This just proved it. Everyone was out against me, no matter what. He couldn't make any mistakes. What did apologizing solve? His ego? I was late, that's it, what other explanation could be said for that. Perhaps this would be the best time for him to explain that he didn't understand and thought apologizing for not knowing something or believing he didn't know something was pointless. So would Curtis explain this? Would he honor the Headmaster's request for respect? Will he get to sit through this lesson. He shook his head. "I understand now, Headmaster.... Good day." He wouldn't waste his time. He could sit outside and wait for the punishment to arrive. He was all too used to this. He turned to walk out calmly, no expression on his face, head help up straight. To that second-year girl who offered him that advice to apologize. Well, he wouldn't forget that. He had chosen to not that and now experienced what happens when you don't take advice. As soon as he left the classroom door, he just sat outside. That offer to complete the lesson after everyone else was tempting. |
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Blake never even saw it coming, out of no where he was tumbling back and landing hard on his butt before he even comprehend what was happening. Dear Merlin mistakes where made. Turning redder than a tomato, Blake stood up and rubbed his butt a little to take the sting out. "Owww......" He added knowing he was likely to be bruised tomorrow. Taking a deep breath he had realized he should have practiced and taking the bow for granted was definitely the WRONG decision to make. Blake looked around to see who all noticed his 'interaction'. He was sure Claudine would laugh herself silly if she saw... and he hated that idea. Determined to not let that happen again.. Taking a moment to practice his bow rightfully this time. He again stepped in front of his dummy, crossed the red line. Took a deep breath and bowed to 45 degrees (at least he prayed it was 45). He paused in his position for a moment waiting to see if the dummy dueling partner would accept this his bow this time. |
Naya was pleased that her answers to the duel questions had apparently made sense and gotten the ok from the Headmaster. Now though, it was time to get to work. Let the fun begin. Naya followed the professor’s instructions and went to retrieve some of the protective padding. No sense in anyone getting hurt on the first day of class, right? Now with her protection in place, Naya turned her attention to the Headmaster. He was demonstrating the proper way to bow and the fifth year was watching intently. 45 degrees and 90 degrees. Got it. Practice time. Naya looked for an unclaimed dummy and went up to the red line nearest it. Making sure to stand behind the line, she gave a semi bow, trying to approximate the 45 degree angle. That didn’t seem too hard. Next, she bent all the way forward until her upper body was parallel to the ground. Deciding that it was time to give it a go for real, Naya was ready to step in front of the red line. First though, she wondered something. Since these dummies were sensitive, she definitely did not want to offend them. When she bowed, should she keep her head up and look directly at the dummy? Orrrrrrr.....should she keep her head and eyes down so as not to get on the dummy’s bad side. Since a duel was basically a challenge, she decided to keep her eyes on the target. Constant vigilance and all that. On the verge of overthinking yet another task, Naya decided to just get on with it. She took a step in front of the restraining line. Eyes up, she bent forward and executed what she thought was a pretty impressive bow. Now what? |
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Jillian froze in place and awaited for the dummy to move. She watched it carefully but at the same time glancing at other students. The dummies seem to be responding to them. She needs to be patient since the dummy is watching her, right? A few seconds she noticed it moving- some of it's part creaked softly as it bends down in the same manner as she did. Phew. This is a good thing, yes? YES. A smiled formed on Jillian's lips, happy with the results she have. Pulling herself up and straightened her back. "thank you for that" giving it a cute wink. Y A Y. Oh she's definitely excited for what's next. |
BASICS? UGH BORING Looking thoroughly unimpressed that they were covering the basics today, Minjae dragged his feet to the pile of padding near the Headmaster’s feet and picked one up. He dragged it to a empty space in the room and let it fall down on the ground. He then watched as they were told to see the demonstration and he had to admit, his bows were pretty precise. He silently clapped his two index fingers together as an applause. Ever since his family had left his home country, they had scrapped off the whole bowing as it would look odd in England. The only people he would still bow for were his grandparents when they came to visit England. He decided not to practice though, just because he didn’t bow to his elders anymore did not mean he forgot how to do it. With a determined look on his face and not a sign of fear at all, the brave Hufflepuff stepped over the bright red line and walked up to one of the dummies. He stopped in front of it and placed his feet next to each other before he bend down from the waist, giving a perfect 45 degree angle bow and kept it there while he kept his eyes on the dummy as he waited for it to respond. Come one...bow back...he wanted to duel! |
Nina shook her head. Nothing. She normally tried her very best to make sure that Headmaster Trent knew she was the very best, but today she wasn’t feeling particularly talkative. It may have had something to do with all of the sneezes. Or perhaps it had to do with the sads from last night. Either way, she was not particularly in the mood. For the record, Nina hated all violence. Regardless of whether or not there were established rules. Dueling for sport did not have any appeal whatsoever. What was its purpose? There were plenty of better ways to show off one’s skill. Dueling was in all likeliness a sport that emerged because two men had too much pride. Nina was certain of it. There was no way anyone in their right mind could find it “fun”. As for the use of dueling for learning, Nina still wasn’t a fan, but she did see the appeal. If it was done for the purposes of education, she could make an exception. So despite the dust, she didn’t mind the lesson thus far. With that in mind, she walked up to grab some of the thin padding, after which she chose a dummy. Following their Headmaster’s instructions very carefully, she made sure not to step too close. Though practicing a bow was something she felt was almost below her, she did understand the reasoning. She also wanted to assume that this was done for the benefit of her younger, less tasteful peers. Of course Nina had never dueled anyone, but she did pay very close attention to Headmaster Trent as he demonstrated. When she had felt she had gotten enough “practice”, she stepped forward to indicate to the dummy that she was ready. Then she paused to make eye contact before lowering her torso into a 90 degree bow. Here she waited, politely. |
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The dummy was flying at her. Oh no. Oh no. No one prepared her for all of the absolute ridiculousness that this lesson would entail. She wanted to run but the dummy was coming at her extremely fast. Oof There....... it...... was. She felt the impact knock her back on her rearend all the way behind the red line. Then she realized like the absolute first year she was that she was going to have to stay in her bow. "Fine lets go then you dummy." She mumbled under her breath. Correcting her uniform she grabbed her wand in her hand again, trying to gain the confidence that the wandmaker had given her when she first got it. Stepping beyond the red line again she started forward and took a deep breath before bowing to the 45 degrees that she had before, and waiting. |
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Back to the dummies... She was still behind the line and enjoying the safety it brought. She was still convinced that if she stepped across the line, the dummy was going to tackle her to the ground within seconds. Nothing was happening on the safe side of the line, though. Isla sighed, realizing what she had to do. She started to step across the line with her eyes wide shut, but then she realized that if the dummy was going to attack, she at least wanted to see it coming. So with her eyes wide open and fixed on the dummy, the first year stepped across the line. Then, with trembling hands and legs that she was sure were about to fail her, she bowed at what she guessed was another ninety degree angle. |
Claudine eyed the dummy as if willing it to bow back. In reality, she wasn’t willing it to. No, that was just her resting face being all intense there. And from her hunched over position, she was delighted to see that her patience had been rewarded; the dummy had bowed back! Claudine was feeling more and more at ease with this lesson as things were going her way. She gave the dummy a slight smile (did that even make a difference to the thing? Did it know what a smile was??) then straightened up. Now to await further instructions. In the meanwhile… The Snakette looked idly around at the other students. Some, like her, seemed to have gotten their dummies to bow but most… tough luck. Claudine sniggered as Blake’s sent him a blow that made him cross back over the red line. But poor Bernie. “Try to be confident. And step over the line.’’ Why didn't some of the students done that? Trent had indicated that they do. |
Bowing, okay, that didn't seem too difficult to start off with. He could bow. Especially after watching the headmaster demonstrate. That seemed like something he would be able to imitate. He practiced to himself a few times before making his way to an open dummy. His dawdling meant that he had an opportunity to watch a few of his classmates do their bows first, some with the proper result and some... not as much. He stared wide eyed at the ones who were knocked back by their dummies, trying to figure out what it was they had done wrong because he definitely didn't want that to happen to him. Alexandre, turned to face his own dummy again. He tentatively stepped over the red line and imitated the headmaster's 45 degree angle bow. And waited. |
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Could she cast on it? Should she do a ..... a shield spell? How did one do that anyway??!?? SEE, HEADMASTER! See why they all needed more practice?! She glanced at the teacher and loudly asked, "What spells are we practicing casting, sir? Any?" She hardly KNEW any besides transfiguration! |
Some people really had to learn the hard way, didn't they? And seeing that it was the same new boy who had decided to be such an issue just the night before, the boy he had just found out to be Fuller-Thompson's son, Gunnar supposed he wasn't too surprised. But he'd likely learn the ways of the castle soon enough, even if a hard line so clearly needed to be taken with him. But Gunnar wasn't all that preoccupied with the boy as Trent clearly had things under control. He snagged more on the really impressive magic surrounding the door, being quite the fan of protective charms and spellwork. He had been so consumed with that and the fact that he wasn't sure he'd ever seen Trent really lay down the law that he sort of missed the discussion questions. He had heard them, of course - he was listening - but as most of the answers filtered through his head, it was apparent that by the time he could redirect his focus, he had nothing pertinent to add to his classmates' responses. But now they were moving on to practical applications and he was certain to be more involved. Taking his time with the padding, he watched some of his classmates bow to the dummies - with varied success - while he waited his turn. And it was hard not to be amused by those who evoked the dummies' wrath. Being fairly attuned to the art and practice of dueling, Gunnar stepped over the line facing one of the dummies once it was his turn. Pausing to make eye contact - or at least where the dummy would have eyes - Gunnar slowly and crisply bowed to a 45 degree angle, patiently watching for his opponent to do the same. |
Somehow Chloe was able to focus again, though she side-eyed a few in the room just for glances once or twice. She really did need to get a hobby now that quidditch wasn't a thing again, this cute boys on the mind thing were just too much for her. Maybe she'd take up more running, she had wanted to do the yearbook or newspaper, but chickened out and what was it that Candi had said? Oh right lesson, focus Chloe, focus.... She couldn't help but feel like someone was looking at her after her response and turned to see Nina near her, but she wasn't exactly looking at her. Maybe she had just been dumb in thinking someone was, so she shook it off and listened to the direction. Heading to the front and grabbing what she was told Chlo headed toward the tape. Now he said there was two ways to bow, but which did she want to do? If she did the 90 it could mean falling on her head, but not doing enough could have it's own issues. So Chloe took a deep breath and bowed at the dummy, she didn't go all the way down to 90 but she had gone too far for 45. |
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