25 May 2018, 23:41
Syrah vs. Charles | The Honey Snake
It went without saying that first years wouldn't be the best duelists. Being new to the school as well as limited to few spells made them the underdogs of the Dueling Club, but thankfully there were enough of them to pair them up against each other. It was a relief that the first duelists had been prefects - lead by example, wasn't that the saying? - but now they had moved on to the student duels, and it was safe to say that Leonie was highly uneasy about it. What if they ended up hurting someone in the crowd that wasn't her? Not the best idea.
The dueling room was bland, spare the few magical portraits hung on the walls. A thin, wooden platform was in the center of the room, a platform for the duelists to be showcased. On that platform stood Leonie, centered. She wore her usual black turtleneck with trousers, but without a robe. She held her hands behind her back, and her light blonde hair fell down behind her shoulders. She looked as usual, there was nothing special about that day. It was only a duel, there was nothing to worry about.
Students flooded into the room, mainly from Slytherin and Hufflepuff. It made sense, considering those were the houses of the two duelists that day. Though a few red and blue robes still lingered in the room. "Welcome to the duel of Syrah Steele versus Charles Moore," Leonie spoke. Her voice suggested that she used the amplification charm, but she had done nothing of the sort. She was just yelling. "Any signs of wands outside of pockets, except for Syrah and Charles, and you will be given detention." She explained simply, a monotonous look upon her face. She so didn't want to be doing this right now.
This was no mock duel, this was something real of sorts. Of course, if things got to an extreme point, Leonie would have to step in, but this was a test of skill. It was the most efficient way to demonstrate, Cazarez had mentioned at some point. She motioned her hands to bring Syrah and Charles onto the platform, and she would watch as they did their salute of respect, took their respective places at the ends of the platform, and bowed. Then, she would step off into the front of the crowd of students, causing a few to back away from her, intimidated by her to an extent. She would then, finally, begin the duel.
"You may begin."
The dueling room was bland, spare the few magical portraits hung on the walls. A thin, wooden platform was in the center of the room, a platform for the duelists to be showcased. On that platform stood Leonie, centered. She wore her usual black turtleneck with trousers, but without a robe. She held her hands behind her back, and her light blonde hair fell down behind her shoulders. She looked as usual, there was nothing special about that day. It was only a duel, there was nothing to worry about.
Students flooded into the room, mainly from Slytherin and Hufflepuff. It made sense, considering those were the houses of the two duelists that day. Though a few red and blue robes still lingered in the room. "Welcome to the duel of Syrah Steele versus Charles Moore," Leonie spoke. Her voice suggested that she used the amplification charm, but she had done nothing of the sort. She was just yelling. "Any signs of wands outside of pockets, except for Syrah and Charles, and you will be given detention." She explained simply, a monotonous look upon her face. She so didn't want to be doing this right now.
This was no mock duel, this was something real of sorts. Of course, if things got to an extreme point, Leonie would have to step in, but this was a test of skill. It was the most efficient way to demonstrate, Cazarez had mentioned at some point. She motioned her hands to bring Syrah and Charles onto the platform, and she would watch as they did their salute of respect, took their respective places at the ends of the platform, and bowed. Then, she would step off into the front of the crowd of students, causing a few to back away from her, intimidated by her to an extent. She would then, finally, begin the duel.
"You may begin."
i want to stomp on your face