Apologizing to what?? Carsyn glanced back at the Headmaster and then over to Godric. Whaaa? Young students? To be frank, the only one on the grounds who followed him to the arena was Tom; Bernadette had been unbeknownst to her. Also, to be frank, she was to report it but things happened. Not that any of this was any explanation that the Headmaster would believe, so she merely nodded at him because what else could she do?



Oh good. Maybe this wasn't going to be so terrible? "Alright then, wanna try to disarm me?" Figured that would be the best way to work things given the age gap. It wouldn't really be fair for he to do the disarming first.

As practiced previously with a dummy, Carsyn figured she would lead by example and took a bow at the young first year.

Blake began to stir... he opened his eyes and saw Chloe first ... okay so not that much time has past .. though he was still more terrifed to look around. Of course he knew the founders were out and about ..... but he had been avoiding Slytherin like the plaque... the very idea of him scared him to death. How on earth was he sorted into this house.

"I fainted didn't I." He added to Chloe as he began to sit up ... still feeling slightly dizzy he couldn't act all scared ... maybe he should play it off like he got hit with a spell??? ... no that would never do. "Alright .... I think I'm already now ......... just ... keep him away from me and I should be alright." He added now rising to his feet.... And that's when he noticed Gryffindor as well... will this insanity of this school never end... he almost preferred to be back in France ... what little color he had regained in his face drained again ... but his time he stayed conscious and on his feet. "Read to go again?" He asked, swaying slightly.

Cecelia was bowing like in their first lesson. It took Catherine a few seconds to decide and emulate her best friend, bowing 45 degrees and not taking her eyes off the blonde. Not that she was suspicious of Cecelia per se, but this was a 'limited duel', as the professor had pointed out earlier.

That was why Catherine was actually not paying attention to her surroundings anymore but had her attention solely focused on her opponent. It was obvious her best friend was far from doing the same, because right after their bowing the Gryffindor was whispering things that were in no way any incantation Catherine knew of. That was because they were normal sentences and of course Cecelia was distracted.

Catherine was about to shake her head and exhale in slight frustration - if they were going to duel then they might as well get it done - but she stopped herself and simply pursed her lips as she turned to see who Cecelia was talking about.

Only to see a Slytherin boy faint. Dear Merlin, had he not managed to get the spell right to protect himself? It felt a little too early in their duelling time to even get any proper damage done, but then again, maybe some were naturally better than others. Catherine's gaze moved to see who the Slytherin boy had been duelling (Chloe McCarthy. Noted) and it was only then that she realised who Cecelia had been talking about. Salazar Slytherin was standing by the Headmaster, making the first year blink and watch.

Catherine was actually very curious about that man, but only because he was her father's house founder. In fact, she was merely watching the man to see if anything in him reminded her of her dad, and truthfully... something did. Probably the way he was carrying himself. Only that reminded her a bit more of her great-grandfather, but dad definitely had that too.

The next founder was much more emphatic about his way of entering the classroom and was not missed by Catherine. No one could possibly miss that entrance anyway, not matter how focused they had been. No wonder Cecelia and Noah and half of her family had been sorted into that house.

Then of course some of her classmates were losing their minds, yelling and making a scene. Catherine rolled her eyes and kept watch of the founders and the Headmaster, curious to see what would happen next. For a fraction of a second she thought it'd be kind of fascinating to see Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin duelling, but that was unlikely because surely the Headmaster would put them in their right place. They weren't really the founders anyway, just an image of them. So it wouldn't exactly be as amazing, Catherine didn't think.

That thought and Headmaster Trent was telling them to focus on what they were doing instead of on the men made the Ravenclaw turn to Cecelia again. "You need to focus." She told her, holding her wand up again and readying herself for when her best friend decided to try and disarm her.

She heard the headmaster and took a step back. It wasn't that she was panicked but he just went down and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why. Had a spell hit him or had he just fainted at the sight.

Merlin was that Gryffindor now? Why were they just in the castle again, talk about bringing back the dead. She half wondered if it was possible that someone was doing some dark divinations.

Soon though she saw Blake moving around and getting up, 'What happened?" Her eyes followed him as he got up and she laughed a little, "You fainted because of founders in the room?" It was more of a question than anything else, but she knew the answer already it seemed. "Are you sure you don't need a healer?" She wasn't fully sure he should be dueling after just fainting but she would let him decide.

Cole wasn't always as happy go lucky as it probably seemed to most of his peers. It was just easier to put on a sunny front then to share his inner demons with everyone. Some things he wanted to keep private. He didn't know anyone aside from Carys and Carsyn and his sister well enough to feel comfortable with sharing sensitive stuff with at Hogwarts. Cole admired Claudine for always just acting like she felt at that current moment. Her thoughts and feelings we're mirrored in her face and body language just like he knew by looking at her now was that she was displeased or upset for not managing to disarm him. He was though 3 years older so he had more experience. Cole was not going to point that out though to her.....

Watching Claudine's wand fly off, Cole turned away to pick it up for her while Claudine stared over at Salazar Slytherin or the guy that dressed up like him. Headmaster Trent seemed to be close to be losing his marbles as his granny would say. What Claudine said next made Cole forget that he was holding the other girl's wand. Eyes darting around the arena his jaw dropped in wonder at the sight of Godric Gryffindor he whispered to Claudine. “I uh, don't know..I can't explain it. They look like they are really here. Maybe someone has dressed up to impersonate them like it's Halloween too soon or something...." Cole was grasping at straws.

Then Claudine did something amazing. She stood up to his house's founder claiming that Slytherins we're not faint at heart. Eyes widened in amazement, Cole quickly swallowed before he reached out to pat Claudine on her left arm to get her attention while he held up her wand to her. "Can't we continue our duel? Nothing good will come from angering a founder guy Claudine. Please?"

Thankfully, he wasn’t the only person who had been a bit lackadaisical about finding a partner. Sure, Naya was a little younger but she seemed confident enough judging from the way she walked up to the tall, curly haired prefect. "I’m Ewan" he replied, a friendly smile across his face. "Sure" I’ll be your partner” It didn’t really matter who he was duelling, just that he could practice with someone.

Pulling Naya over to some space, he pulled out his wand and was about to practice some of the various protego spells. That was, until Godric Gryffindor walked in, throwing the door open as if he was being chased by death himself. Although, if he was, could he really be killed? The Ravenclaw prefect wasn’t exactly sure what the founder was because to slam a door open surely meant he wasn’t a ghost. If only Rowena Ravenclaw were here. Maybe she could articulate some reason for these strange occurrences. “Mr Gryffindor, Mr Slytherin, are there any other of the Hogwarts founders around the castle?” the prefect called over to both of them now. Hopefully, showing them a little respect would yield better results.

Okay. Naya officially had a partner. “Thanks and nice to meet you.”, she said to Ewan “I guess we’d better get started.”. No time to waste. She followed her new partner over to an empty area and began to go through her pre-dual preparations. Then, things went crazy. What were the odds of two founders being present in their class and one student passing out? Naya figured that the odds had to be pretty low and yet, it had somehow happened. Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor and Blake had happened.

This was bizarre, even by Hogwarts standards. The really funny thing was that the Headmaster wanted them to keep focusing on their duel. Naya had trouble with maintaining her focus on a normal day. This drama was definitely not helpful.

Naya watched as Ewan addressed the founders. Clearly he was distracted by their presence as well. Normally, Naya would sit back and watch the show unfold. Unfortunately, she was supposed to be dueling and had to at least pretend to be giving it a go. Keeping one eye on the happenings, she began to practice the two spells that they would be using..........if they actually got to duel. As she went through the motions, the Gryffindor said, “Ummmm Ewan, I’m ready whenever you are”.

She was thoroughly ferocious, Al mused sarcastically. With her kitten paws and embarrassing growl, was it? The seventh year silently made another note in the long list he had been keeping since his first year at Hogwarts at the disservice the institution did to its students by keeping combat off the curriculum. Phoebe (name check??) did not even need magic to knock her over. The wind seemed more than capable of accomplishing that feat.


"Yes," he agreed. "I think that is probably safest." Yes, there was condescension in his tone. But he had been shackled to a second year for duel practice. He was allowed to be slightly irritated by his luck. It was not like Miss Growl was going to do be able to do anything about it.

But-but but but Godric Gryffindor!

Cecelia's eyes widened and she looked from the headmaster to Godric to Catherine and POUTED. WHY wasn't she more interested in this? WHY was the headmaster being so casual about it? WHY couldn't she go up and hug Gryffindor? Did he like hugs? She would've asked, but APPARENTLY she was meant to be focusing.

The disappointment was etched all over her face as she adjusted her stance a bit and trained her wand on her best friend. "Expelliarmus!" There. Was she happy now?

"Protego," She added a moment later, just to be safe.

SEE? She was practicing.

SPOILER!!: Cole! <3

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Cole wasn't always as happy go lucky as it probably seemed to most of his peers. It was just easier to put on a sunny front then to share his inner demons with everyone. Some things he wanted to keep private. He didn't know anyone aside from Carys and Carsyn and his sister well enough to feel comfortable with sharing sensitive stuff with at Hogwarts. Cole admired Claudine for always just acting like she felt at that current moment. Her thoughts and feelings we're mirrored in her face and body language just like he knew by looking at her now was that she was displeased or upset for not managing to disarm him. He was though 3 years older so he had more experience. Cole was not going to point that out though to her.....

Watching Claudine's wand fly off, Cole turned away to pick it up for her while Claudine stared over at Salazar Slytherin or the guy that dressed up like him. Headmaster Trent seemed to be close to be losing his marbles as his granny would say. What Claudine said next made Cole forget that he was holding the other girl's wand. Eyes darting around the arena his jaw dropped in wonder at the sight of Godric Gryffindor he whispered to Claudine. “I uh, don't know..I can't explain it. They look like they are really here. Maybe someone has dressed up to impersonate them like it's Halloween too soon or something...." Cole was grasping at straws.

Then Claudine did something amazing. She stood up to his house's founder claiming that Slytherins we're not faint at heart. Eyes widened in amazement, Cole quickly swallowed before he reached out to pat Claudine on her left arm to get her attention while he held up her wand to her. "Can't we continue our duel? Nothing good will come from angering a founder guy Claudine. Please?"

So Cole thought that someone(s) was masquerading as the Founders too? Claudine knew that she couldn’t have been the only one who thought so and she remained stubbornly stuck to that notion. “I thought the same the moment I ran into Helga Hufflepuff some time ago.’’ Of course, she failed to mention that she had first thought it was the Polyjuice Potion… Claudine had then been reminded that the Potion was not applicable as there would be the need for a bit of Hufflepuff to put in the said potion. And as Hufflepuff had long been dead... At any rate, she continued to glare at Gryffindor. That is, until she felt the pats on her arm. She jerked away immediately, looking round. It was only Cole trying to calm her down but he didn’t know that she resented anyone making physical contact with her.

“You disarmed me so I think you won,’’ the second year said warily. Speaking of… “My wand. Cole? Have you seen it?” Claudine was looking around, trying to locate it and completely failing to notice that her duelling partner had already found it. Yes, she was still mad at Gryffindor’s comment. He was so pompous and disrespectful. At least she was not the only one brave enough to rebuke him. Well, Minjae had defended the Slytherins in general. That was something.

He was just the slightest bit mean, which meant that Phoebe adored him immediately. She raised her wand, but since the Headmaster wanted them to focus and since she wanted to be good at this dueling business, Phoebe was naturally completely distracted. That was the way it worked.

"I pulled Slytherin's beard." She lowered her wand. "It's really stuck on good." But focus, James. "Sorry. Expelliarmus." Weak sauce, but maybe she could take a page out of the Headmaster's book and overwhelm him with mediocre spells, but lots of them. "Expelliarmus. Expelliarmus. Expelliarmus."

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Was she for real?

Did she really expect him to lose focus just by saying that one of the Founders of Hogwarts was behind him? HA!

....yeah it worked.

The Hufflepuff turned his head to look over his shoulder. Normally he wouldn't have been distracted by such an absurd attempt but he had personally spoken to Salazar Slytherin before so him walking in wasn't that surprising. And he was curious to know why he was here.

He felt a sting in his hand as the disarming charm hit him and he dropped his wand on to the floor with a gasp. Shaking his hand a little, the fourteen year bend down to grab it at the same time when the door SLAMMED open and he jumped. Literally. Forgetting about dueling for the moment, Minjae looked over as Gryffindor entered the room as well and he watched as he marched towards the fainted Slytherin kid.

"Blaze is right! The Slytherin's here aren't faint at heart!" he shouted as well, ignoring the Headmaster telling them to continue to focus on the lesson. Nah man, this was way more exciting. "NOW, Slytherin IS. He gets REALLY sensitive when you talk back to him"

Heh!

Oh right, Bernadette.... The Hufflepuff turned back to face her. "Second round starts now. You didn't win yet that was just pure luck" except that it wasn't and she had won fair and square but he didn't want to lose that easily to a second year. He bowed and in his bow he send a quiet "Expelliarmus" her way.

She'd won! SHE'D WON! HeAdMaSTeR, sir, did he SEE that she had WON! "I beat you!" Bernie declared as she heard AND SAW Minjae drop his wand. "I WON the first round!!!" Even more importantly than Minaje and Trent recognizing this, Bernie low-key wanted HER founder to hear her and dote on her.

But Minjae was attracting UNNECESSARY attention their way with all his big talk about Slytherin. Ohno, nononononono, no thanks, that guy looked pretty old and scary and DIDN'T HE HATE MUGGLEBORNS?! Bernie was pretty sure that was Slytherin's whole thing, and she did NOT want him coming over here and sniffing her out and realizing that she was nothing more than a Muggle with a wand. Oh noooooooo, why couldn't Minjae have shouted at Gryffindor instead?!

"Shhshshhhhhhhhhhshhhhhh," she loudly stomped her foot at her partner to get his attention. "I don't think you can mess with these guys. Gryffindor pointed his sword at Eiji Rasting when we were---"

Hang on a sec, was he starting another round?! Bernie quickly jerked her neck forward in a half bow, hurriedly muttering, "Protego! protego protego potato protego pretango pregunta protego pomango...." as fast as she could, definitely messing up some of the words in the process, but more scared of embarrassing herself in front of Gryffindor. She was pretty sure she'd said it enough times to block Minaje's next spell though... P R E T T Y sure.

What was he doing here? Was that not obvious? "I'm only here to help, Trent. Assist where I see...areas that need improvement," he told him, standing up straighter and crossing his arms, a bit offended that he didn't see right away that it was his rightful place to sort out the trouble this school was obviously facing!

AND to make matters worse - HE was here. He rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out of his head. He was not about to stoop to Gryffindor's level - he had more dignity than that, thank you VERY much. "Oh shut it, Godric. You've done nothing but cause trouble around here. Sit back and let the professionals deal with it, like a good boy," he told him, a sneer forming across his lips as he looked at the man. It was reassuring to hear Trent lay into him as well. It was obvious who the bigger man was in this scenario.

"Why, we walked through the door of course!" he told Trent. How else would they have gotten in? Perhaps the man was a bit more dense than he had initially thought...

Kaiser had been very quiet all lesson. It was true, he was very quiet in most of his lessons that year, but this one in particular had him even more subdued than usual, and maybe a bit more grey in the face.

Duelling.

He hated it. Avoided it like the plague. Well, didn't mind watching it, that was perfectly fine, but taking part was a Big Nope™. Skipping the lesson entirely had occurred to him, and then he'd vetoed the idea, because Trent. Talking to the Headmaster beforehand and explaining why he couldn't do the thing was also a vetoed idea, because explaining. In the end, he'd decided he'd just have to go and deal with it, but that had turned out to be so much easier said than done.

Kaiser would not duel. Even to practice. It was part of his personal rule regarding not fighting unless absolutely necessary, meaning a life and death situation. He wouldn't risk being in just a short fake duel, just the same as he wouldn't risk a short fake spar. The idea of trying to explain why he couldn't was almost as terrifying as thinking of the possible consequences if he did, and... well, he just couldn't do any of it. Wouldn't.

Realising his best chance was to just fake a temporary illness and ask to be excused for the remainder of the lesson, Kaiser glanced over at Trent but... well, there was that whole 'Gryffindor' and 'Slytherin' situation, wasn't there? He was busy dealing with that, and it didn't seem right to start interrupting just to get out of class. Unless...

"Headmaster Trent," Kaiser said suddenly, speaking up for the first time since entering the room, and stepping forward from where he'd been lingering silently by the door. "Perhaps I can keep these..." Glance. "... visitors entertained. Until you are free to see them?" Focusing his attention on a couple of weird, unnerving founder-looking guys was preferable to risking... things... in a duel. Kaiser looked imploringly at Trent, trying to convey that he would 1. rather be anywhere but here and 2. be of better use doing something else entirely anyway.

Hmm... Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Isla hadn't realized it, but her eyebrows had instinctively narrowed inward in thought. If Carsyn was just going to stand there and allow Isla to cast on her, then it was possible Isla wasn't going to die some horrible and unnatural death during this duel. She had no idea how Carsyn was with a wand. All she knew is that she had a fear if dueling that kind of seemed like it was diminishing at the moment.

"Okay, I can handle that," she said, and then she walked a good distance away and faced her opponent. She returned the bow then raised her wand. With her focus just about as on-track as it could be, she thought long and hard (but not TOO long) on what she wanted to do. She wanted Carsyn's wand. Preferably without Carsyn kicking her tail in doing do. "Expelliarmus!" the first year called out, as she whipped her wand down and around.

She couldn't believe she was really doing this. Her...DUELING. And against a PREFECT at that. She really didn't have a death wish. Honestly!

There was nothing to prevent the facepalm. Between the colourful guests and his easily distracted students, the Headmaster was thoroughly unamused. "Yoon, Jones. I do believe the instructions were to ignore the men and carry on your spellwork. Jones, you especially should be setting an example for your peers, not opening up an interview against my request." The Headmaster reminded.

"That goes as well for you, Kaiser. There won't be any need for you to "entertain". Please find a partner, there's work to be done before the lesson is over." Work that didn't involve him getting near these...these...portraits? Yes, that was his final guess unless contradicting information came forward. Much like the Fat Lady had been, it was likely they were no more than portraits.

The only question now was how to get them back into their frames.

Helping? Was that was Slytherin had said? "Kind of you, truly, but the school is doing just fine. I'll have to respectfully decline your help--and yours." Couldn't leave Gryffindor out. HIS helped was the least needed. "You shouldn't have been able to walk through that door." He continued on. "But it's no matter. If you'll both head to my office, I'll be with you shortly."

And with that, the Headmaster turned dismissively. He looked around at his students. "To those of you who managed to remain mostly focused, you'll find that skill will come in handy during duels. Take your attention away for even a second and you could walk away losing more than you bargained for." Not during a school duel necessarily but in general. It was something they would do well to learn. "In fact, pause a moment before we go into the next activity." Because there was a lesson to be learned here. "Brainstorm time. What's the worst scenario you can think of after someone has lost their focus, whether in a duel or with any other sort of spell casting?" He'd gotten a taste of their imagination in the past and had no doubt they'd be able to think of quite a few things.

OOC: Time to answer a question!! Have your charrie come up with the worst consequence they can imagine for a lack of attention. All answers welcome, even outside the box ones! I'll be back to start the main activity in 24 hrs.

Wait, was their duel practice over before it really began? It seemed that way because the professor had pretty much moved on and was asking a question. Naya looked at Ewan and shrugged. Maybe they would get a chance to continue after the answers were given.......maybe. It would help if the founders weren’t so incredibly distracting.

As for the professor’s question.......Did he come up with that one just for her? Naya, the queen of lost focus? She knew that losing one’s focus was a very bad thing and could be deadly. It was something that she was trying very hard to overcome. It was definitely a work in progress.

Naya raised her hand to respond to the question. ”If a person lost their focus in a serious duel, it could result in them being on the receiving end of the Killing Curse without the means to protect themselves. That would absolutely be the worst case scenario.” Game over. The end.

Blake was grateful for the break for a moment. "Thanks Chloe, but I'm ready." He told her just before the headmaster spoke up again. Whew .. saved by the bell.. or the professor's word, which ever way you wanted to look at it. The worst case senerio if you lost focus in a duel.... well that question seemed pretty obvious. "Well in a real duel if you loose focus you could be killed. Here in this classroom you'd loose your wand." There ha .. he managed to compose himself and give a good answer in front of not 1 but 2 founders.

Gryffindor's head spun back around with such flare that his fiery mane of hair whipped him across the face. "Who said that!?" he barked as he unsheathed his mighty sword to threaten the villain who dared challenge his honorable speech. Though it was by pure dumb luck that the villain (Fearlessleader19) remained anonymous to Godric's senses.

Namely because Trent was speaking AROUND him, as though the mighty Godric Gryffindor had not the ears to hear him. Barely letting him stay? Slander. This was his castle and fortitude! He was the one allowing them to stay!

Soon enough, at the man's feet, the FAINT OF HEART Slytherin boy [love-of-HP] was coming to and in the tender care of a Ravenclaw maiden [Bazinga] nonetheless. Now where had he seen THAT before...

"Be wary, maiden!" he warned here sagely while stroking his beard. "Slytherins are a sinister set! Defend your honor or else he end thine life in a rage birthed from unrequited love!"

But these stances and dueling techniques would not do, not do at all. It was clear that Trent was unfit to do what must be done for the most epic of duels.

"No, Salazar. You slithered through the door," he jeered at the long white bearded man. "I stomped in and will NOT be spoken to like some pup on a leash! I cannot believe you consider THIS man a professional. This man who dare send the likes of US to his office like meek and weak little school boys! He has not even bothered to correct the flabby arm of that Slytherin there. Nor the hunched back of that Ravenclaw just there. There is a serious lack of etiquette and valor! VALOR! Valor that cannot be taught in such sterile settings!"

Worst case scenario? HARK, HERE IT BE! A dueling arena without valor!

"A loss of honor!" he spoke boldly while marching over to the headmaster, his sword dragging across the ground so ferociously it sparked against the stone. "Which you have begot!"

Catherine chose to ignore Cecelia's disappointed look because this was a lesson, the Headmaster had told them to focus and those people there weren't the real founders anyway. Did Cecelia know they were dead?

The first year blocked her best friend's Disarming spell with a Shield Charm of her own - which wasn't that difficult because the Gryffindor seemed to be doing it all pretty half-heartedly right now - and she just watched her as Cecelia randomly said Protego when she hadn't cast any spells.

Sighing, she stepped closer to her best friend again. "You know those aren't really the founders." Catherine told the blonde. "They're really dead. Those are just..." She trailed off, glancing at the older men again. She wasn't quite sure what they were, but rumour had it portraits were coming out of their paintings, so they might as well have done the same. "...shadows of who they really were. It's not as cool." She finished with a nonchalant shrug.

Just saying.

Then the Headmaster asked them to brainstorm the worst case scenario if someone lost their focus while spell casting or in a duel. The people saying you could be hit by a Killing Curse weren't wrong, as that was indeed the worst case scenario. Or maybe being hit by an irreversible spell, but Catherine couldn't think of anything that couldn't be magically reversed. Though... if everything could be magically reversed then there wouldn't be any need for a specific area of Hospitals where they kept patients long-term. That was where one of her mum's cousins worked at, she knew that, so there was some kind of magic that wasn't reversible.

...

Catherine's attention went back to the older men as Gryffindor carried on putting on a show. He had a sword? Who even had one of those these days? Definitely not a real person. Besides, if that was the oh-so-famous Gryffindor Sword, then that was another proof that he wasn't the real deal, because... well, wasn't that gone until someone 'worthy enough' could get it from... somewhere?

”You only beat me because i let you” he said, rolling his eyes at Bernadette’s excitement. Had he not been distracted and had paid attention he wouldn’t have been beaten that easily. He looked at the Founders again because he was still curious to know why they were here but Slytherin spoke in a normal tone which meant that he did not hear him from where he was standing. Gryffindor on the other hand...well it was hard not to notice his words as he literally boomed his voice through the arena.

It was only when the Headmaster told him to focus that he looked back to the young Gryffindor and he raised his eyebrows as he saw her stomping her feet. ”Why did he point his sword at Rasting?” he asked.

Before he could cast another disarming charm her way, they were called to a stop by the Headmaster and he pocketed his wand back in to his wrist holster as he continued the lesson. What was the worst consequence he could think of when losing focus? ”Other than getting killed, being hospitalized in St’ Mungo’s would be pretty ba------.” He stopped his sentence because the sound of Gryffindors sword dragging across the ground made him put his fingers in his ears ”Gryffindor SIR. Can you PLEASE stop dragging that sword on the ground!” This sound was a hundred times worse than dragging nails on a chalkboard!

The Headmaster, her hero, was being SO polite to her other hero founder Godric Gryffindor; it was really tough NOT to stare at them all lesson. But she pulled her eyes away from the trio of men who thought they were in charge and focused on her partner for a second.

"Um, I beat you fair and square because my spell made you drop your wand," she countered in a know-it-all tone. "Rasting is kind of rude, you know, and he was sassing off as usual and pulled his wand out to stop Gryffindor's destruction, and I guess Godric Gryffindor really has a thing against Slytherins anyway, so then he pulled his sword out to threaten him, and...." and and and and Bernie trailed off because they were moving on with the lesson. And oh look, look who had his sword out again. Classic Gryffindor!

Obviously getting killed or injured would be THE WORST but surely there were some other reasons not to lose your focus? Bernie raised her hand. "If you lose your focus and mispronounce a spell," like she had just done, "you might have unexpected and undesired results. Like the Wizard Baruffio, who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest." Famous story, she'd heard.

Well Chloe was glad that Blake was alright, but the headmaster was talking again and trying to get the founders to leave, but the Gryffindor was not leaving. She didn't understand why they were being so vocal in here. The Ravenclaw founder, for the most part, was very polite, but Gryffindor was being very mean.

She looked around the room and tried to figure out who he was talking to or even who he was talking about. Everyone seemed to be doing the best they could and the form was looking good from what her little height could see.

"Sir, if you get distracted you could lose the duel, you could lose your wand, you could lose your life. Three things that you really don't want." Thankfully they were just practicing and didn't have to risk any of those in here, but she did keep her eye on the founders in case they were going to pull something to prove other wise.

For once in his life...Salazar agreed with Godric. The nerve of Trent to send them to his OFFICE, like they were some common students that he was planning to punish. Of course, he couldn't just admit that he was agreeing with Godric, so he simply gave the man a nod. He disagreed with just about everything Godric Gryffindor did, but once in a blue moon...like right now...they were on the same page. He didn't have to be such a fool about it, creating a spectacle and screaming and waving that stupid sword of his around. Didn't he know that in order to gain respect you had to act like a professional, not a child?

What was he saying. OF COURSE he didn't realize that. Stupid man.

Ignoring Trent entirely and deciding to just move along with his plan without the help of the Headmaster, he walked over to the Slytherin boy who had offered to entertain them earlier (Kaiser). AKA - the only boy who showed any promise around here. "That's a good lad," Salazar said as he approached. One thing he had to sort out first...

"Tell me...what might your...lineage be?" he asked him quietly, leaning in so that only the boy could hear him. He got what he was getting at, yes? Mudblood? Halfblood? Pureblood? There was only one right, obvious answer...

Well... he'd tried. And Trent didn't seem terribly pleased about the attempt, which led Kaiser to believe he'd be similarly unimpressed when he asked to be excused from the lesson entirely, once the next activity started up. But he didn't really have the spare mental energy to fret about that. Every cloud.

Kaiser did not attempt to find a partner, though he knew this would not be viewed very favourably either. There just seemed to be little point in wasting anyone's time by partnering up with them and then immediately unpartnering. He decided it was better to just stay out of the way, as a sort of non-verbal heads up to the Headmaster, a pre-warning that he'd be letting him down (again) imminently. He thought about the question, sure, and had plenty of potential answers for Trent - the most simple of which was that you would absolutely be taken unawares if you let your concentration lapse, which meant someone could get the better of you in any variety of ways - but kept his mouth firmly shut.

But... maybe it would have been a better idea to mingle in the group of students, at least for the moment, because now he had a... Slytherin on his hands. The Slytherin. Kaiser looked at him, glanced towards Trent again, and then back at Slytherin. He still didn't really know what the deal was with these founders. Were they capable of magic? Did he want to find out? (No, he did not. And, frankly, it seemed best to err on the side of caution.)

And that question... was complicated. Kaiser didn't actually know the answer, not even a little bit of it. Still, when a guy who looked an awful lot like Salazar Slytherin came up to you and asked about your (presumably magical) lineage, and you didn't know if he was capable of taking you out on the spot... well, you made do.

"Pureblood... sir," Kaiser replied, just as quietly, and he glanced towards Trent once more. Checking to make sure he wasn't looking, or hoping to get his attention, it was difficult to fathom. "Old European families." He knew 'Kaiser' was the name of a German pureblood family, at least. Whether he actually came from it was as yet a mystery, but didn't they always say the best lies were shrouded in truth? And this possible lie (maybe it really was true, he had no idea) would hopefully only need to serve until he could make his exit.