A meeting of the Martial Artist’s Club

Pull up! Higher! Wind whipped through Jorah’s hair, rippling down his Quidditch cloak as he picked up speed. An iron cannon ball flew in hot pursuit erratically behind him. Higher! Jorah angled the tip of his Sliver Arrow towards the sky, climbing at a steeper angle than he ought to. He gripped tighter to avoid slipping down his broom. A ray of sun light broke through the clouds blinding him. Dive! Jorah threw his weight away from his broom backflipping over the bludger which continued on its flight upwards and straight past him, narrowly missing the thistles of his broom. Down! Down! Jorah sped away trying to create from the ball as much distance as he could. A second bludger swirled up for the ground rocketing to meet him. Jorah didnt alter his course. Closer and closer the two flew on a direct collision course until… Left! Jorah swerved, the bludger brushing past his right shoulder. At that point, the first bludger had redirected and was already enroute to intercept. Jorah zigzagged out of the way. Right! Left! Right! One bludger was enough for him to avoid, but not two. Smack! Bludger B collided into his right shoulder blade. BANG! Bludger A followed suit seconds later careening into his left flank, sending Jorah over the edge of his broom. "Aaaaahhh!!!" Jorah held out his arms to brace his fall, his wand which was tucked on the inside of his right leather bracer, the tip pointing out, just anterior to his wrist. The green grass of the pitch below rushed up to meet him. Quickly, 60 feet became 40 feet, which became 20 feet. As fast as his tongue could move he screamed, “Arresto Momentum!!!” while flourishing his arms in the shape of an M. Jorah's head jerked forward from the abrupt deceleration as if a parachute had just been deployed. He continued his fall hitting the ground face down with a hard thud but was relatively unscathed.

He just laid there for a bit, his heart still racing from this near-death experience. Never again, I need a spotter, he thought. He rolled onto his back, spitting out what dirt and grass found their way into his mouth. Up above, the bludgers swirled off and away, but there was something else, something else in the sky. The shadow grew larger as it drew closer until Jorah could make out the wings of an owl flapping down towards the grounded Ravenclaw. The owl landed next to Jorah with a letter attached. “Hello birdie, what do we have here?” Jorah untied the letter, as he did so the owl again took flight. It was a message inviting him to a martial arts club meeting. Jorah took a deep breathe, feeling in his left flank a mild sharp sting from the last blow he received. He pondered whether or not to go. He was tired, hungry, and hurt....but he did enjoy a good beat down. Fine, I'll go. Jorah packed up his Quidditch gear into his locker and began the long walk up to the castle. He washed up, changing into blue athletic shorts and a plain white t-shirt. He went down to Great Hall for a few cookies and a glass of pumpkin juice before making his way to the classroom. He probably should have stayed in the Great Hall longer because when he arrived, it was just him and Bailey in the room. "Hi Bailey," Jorah waved at her, noticing her shoes were off. He copied her lead, removing his own footwear and putting his shoes against the wall by hers.

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As she was practicing her sword form, Bailey heard a “Hello Bailey,” behind her. Sheathing her sword, she turned around to she an older Ravenclaw boy putting his shoes next to hers. Vaguely remembering that his name was Jorah, she replied with a simple, “Hello Jorah! How have you been?”
Walking over so that they would be at a good distance to have a conversation, she continued. “How has Quidditch practice and school been?” Knowing that his sister was about three years younger than him, she continued by asking about her. “And how are your sister? Has she show any magical powers? If she does, will she come to Hogwarts next year?”
Pausing to let him reply, she continued after he finished talking. “So… what type of martial arts do you do? I think you told me at one point but after asking everyone, I’m pretty sure I don’t remember. Was it Taekwondo or King Fu maybe? Sorry. I feel like like I failed as a club leader by not remembering what type you train in. I know I should have made a spread sheet.”
Mental note Bailey thought Make a spread sheet for members of the PMC and MAC… and for the MAC include what type of Martial Arts they train in.

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“Hello Jorah! How have you been? How has Quidditch practice and school been?”, Bailey asked. Jorah palmed his left flank wincing at the tender spot which now sported a purple bruise. “Umm, not bad, and yourself?,” he replied. Bailey went on to ask about his sister and if she was coming to Hogwarts. She was nearly eleven years old now and there was no indication that she possessed any magical abilities. At this point, she was unlikely to do so. His little sister was likely a Squib, but they didn’t say such things, she was hoping to be “special” like her father and brother, and to not be would be devastating to her. The family was holding out hope that something would change, for her sake at least, but she was running out of time. "Amelia?...yeah she’ll probably come to Hogwarts." There was an uncomfortable pause following his lie.

Bailey broke the silence inquiring about Jorah's martial arts experience. "Well, not much actually. Gris, taught me a little bit of Kung Fu in my first year. I’ve been practicing some of the basics, but I’m still a beginner." He eyed her sword. "To be honest, I'm interested in weapons combat. There isn’t, like, a martial arts with a... bat, is there?" Jorah felt silly asking her, but felt comfortable with his bat, and he was getting used to using it to get himself out of a jam.

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"Bongbonge?, I’ve never heard of a bongbonge before. I can try that, but let’s practice with the Bo-staff first. I can be like Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!" As he said this, the show’s theme show () played in Jorah’s head while he imagined himself fighting crime as a giant turtle ninja.

Striking a fighting pose, Jorah exclaimed, “I think I’d look good in purple… I think blue is the color for you.” Jorah pointed at Bailey’s now sheathed weapon. “Since you have a sword and Leonardo fights with a sword, you could be him. I guess that makes you the leader too. All we need now is a Michelangelo and Raphael, then we’ll have the whole squad.”

Jorah relaxed from his stance. “OK, I’m going to warm up for a bit and then we can get started.” Jorah proceeded with some jumping jacks, giving Bailey the opportunity to respond to his previous comments. The movement from his jumping induced a mild stitch in Jorah’s left side from where the bludger made impact. When his warmup was complete, he began stretching. Jorah stood balancing on one leg, pulling back on his free ankle for a nice quadriceps stretch. “Hey Bailey, you wouldn’t happen to have any Bruise Removal paste, would you? I have all the ingredients; I just haven’t had time to brew them.”

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“I’ll learn”…*smack*…"as much”…*smack*…"as you can teach me”…*smack,* Jorah replied as he alternated between attacks with his Bo-staff. He paused, planting the weapon on the floor upright like a flag. “There are hags out there in the Forbidden Forest. They’re working with the half-giants and Merlin knows what else. I’m glad that Headmaster Lear is back, but we’re not safe here. If we were, then why haven’t they lifted the stricter curfew? It hasn’t been this bad at Hogwarts since Voldemort and the only person that his followers feared was Harry Potter, but now he is locked up in Azkaban. Something isn’t right. This is a bad time to be opening up Hogwarts to other schools, who knows whose coming in. The last time we hosted a tournament like this, a student died.” Jorah let out an exacerbated sigh. Jorah was glad his sister wasn’t coming here next year, but there was still a chance that she could and if so, what then? He wasn’t sure he could keep her safe. Jorah was not confident in his magical abilities. This fueled his desire to prove himself in other ways. Quidditch was one way he fought to show his worth, learning martial arts was another. For the past few days, Jorah debated submitting his name into the Goblet of Fire. Win or lose, just being chosen to compete in the Hexwizard tournament would be enough to make him feel like he was worth his wand and capable of facing the dangers that lay ahead, but was it worth the risk? “So yes, I need you to teach me everything you can, because we need to be ready for a fight.” With that he picked up his Bo-staff and readied himself.

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Jorah was surprised at how easily Bailey broke away from his grip. Sure, he had not been using is full power, but the girl was half his strength and she had managed to escape from his grasp so effortlessly. Jorah listened intently to her lesson on proper grips and how to break free from an attacker’s clutches. He nodded, “yes, that makes sense.”

Jorah looked around the classroom. Bailey and Jorah were still the only ones there. “Not much of a turn out,” he said. Everyone was likely preoccupied with the arrival of the other schools and the upcoming Blossom ball. “You know Bailey, I had considered joining the Dueling club instead of the Martial Arts club. With classes and Quidditch keeping me busy, I wouldn’t have time to do both this,” he motioned with his Bo-staff, “and Dueling. You know why I didn’t join Dueling”…he paused. “This club offering something unique. We get a taste of dueling from Defense Against the Dark Arts, but nowhere else do we learn how to defend ourselves with our hands. I think sometimes we depend on magic too much. What were to happen if your spell backfired, or you were hit with Expelliarmus and disarmed? You would have nothing left but yourself for protection. I refused to rely solely on magic for my safety. So, thank you for keeping this club going.”