dungbombs and dances (s.b)

08 - wand fight

"...isn't this a little unfair, professor?"

Luette stooped to pick up her fallen wand for the ninth time that lesson, feeling like a complete fool. She had only managed to knock her opponent's wand out of his hand twice. By then, many students had gathered around the duo, spectating the match with great interest.

Professor Hemming had an odd grin on his wrinkled face as he got into his dueling stance. "No matter, no matter. One cannot be distracted whilst in a duel! Do not let your attention waver, even for a slight moment!"

Luette frowned. This professor really was rather wordy, wasn't he? Having gotten used to casting the spell and dodging like a maniac, it was much easier for her to concentrate on the professor's weak points and exploit them. He had a very wide range, but his aim was poor, in which she took advantage of by running around like a crazy chicken. She already had enough experience as it was after all, what with all that expert dodging at home. (Ducking just before the slipper Lydia had thrown at her could land its mark, etc etc.)

In her opinion, Hemming's constipated expression was well  worth it. He looked increasingly frustrated as more and more of his spells kept missing. Seeing that he was slowly losing his cool, Luette took the opportunity to send a particularly nasty expelliarmus past his weakening defenses. It knocked his wand away with a sharp bang, earning the enthusiastic applause of all the students in the vicinity, with Lily and Pandora cheering the loudest of all.

"Good match, Miss Lysander," Hemming smiled ruefully, extending his hand out in a sportsmanlike manner. Luette shook it gratefully, feeling sticky droplets of sweat trickle down the side of her face. The delicious sense of accomplishment that warmed her heart was truly deserving of all that blood, sweat and tears from the duel.

When she headed back to her good friends, she noticed that their mouths were agape like a goldfish as they gazed at her like she was some sort of goddess. "Yes, praise me, bow down to me, worship me-"

Lily actually got down on her knees and held up an imaginary ring, with all seriousness. "Luette Rhodes-Lysander, the light of my boring ass life, will you give me your hand in marriage?"

"DUDE YE-"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

James had to be held back by poor Remus Lupin as he tried to charge towards them, the sheer desperation on his teary face both hilarious yet a little  depressing at the same time. "Get a grip, for heaven's sake!" Remus yelled and finally snapped, giving the bespectacled boy a sharp slap on the face.

Luette cringed as James tackled Remus to the ground, egged on by a cheering Sirius, whilst Peter looked conflicted, constantly glancing at her pitifully.

"Let's just head out..."

"Wait but more importantly will you actually marry me-"

"If we both end up serial fling-doers with no love life which is unfortunately very likely, then yes of course babe."

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