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With a disinterested look on her face, Reyna taps her fingers impatiently against the desk. She had been corralled by Fred and George to arrive at the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom nearly half an hour before class was scheduled to begin, all for the sake of securing prime seats in the front row for Moody's inaugural lesson.
Loud and weighty thuds resonate throughout the classroom, prompting all eyes to swiftly turn towards the renowned Auror. The man strides purposefully down the aisle between the neatly arranged desks, as the enchanted chalk begins to fluidly write upon the board.
Offence Against the Dark Arts
"This class is only useful to a certain degree," Moody's grizzly voice sounds through the classroom. "Defence only prevents spells from hitting you but a good offence- well, a good offence is the difference between defeating an enemy and delaying an inevitable defeat"
"We're learning offensive magic?" Caleb's voice is laced with confusion. "Isn't that the complete opposite of what this class aims to do?"
"If you have a problem with my class Mr Diggory, you're more than welcome to leave," Moody sneers. "But that will be an instant fail for you as this is a compulsory lesson on the curriculum"
"He has a point," Reyna murmurs to Caleb.
"We have three kinds of battle spells," Moody states to the class. "Force, control and damage. Force spells help keep an enemy at bay, depulso, descendo et cetera. These will injure your enemies or at least knock them off kilter. Control is self-explanatory, arresto momentum, glacius. Damage spells are the offensive, diffindo, confringo. These spells are the ones that will save your life rather than using protego"
"Are we going to put this into practice or is this all theory?" Fred asks.
"I am a firm believer in the benefits of practical learning," Moody answers the younger wizard's question. "Theory is all well and good but if you cannot perform the magic then you are wholly unprepared. That means certain death"
"This is a bit bloody pessimistic," George mutters.
"In this class you'll be duelling each other, winner stays on until defeated. Final one standing is the winner of the whole thing,"
"What about injuries?" Caleb asks.
"I am more than capable of patching a few wounds up," Moody snarls.
"This is ridiculous," Reyna shakes her head.
"Lupin, you and I are going to give a demonstration,"
With a roll of her eyes, Reyna deftly pulls her wand from her bun and steps up onto the duelling table. The Professor casts a silent spell, but Reyna is quick to react and blocks it with ease. She wastes no time in firing back a spell of her own, much to the awe of the watching students. Reyna's skilful and calculated approach is evident as she gradually wears down one of the most respected Aurors in the field.
"I thought the daughter of Marianne Ravenswood had more than this in her,"
"She's not my mother," Reyna sneers, firing a spell at the Professor.
"I knew you're mother and you're more like her than you think,"
Reyna's eyes begin to flicker between murky grey and luminous orange and the Professor laughs gleefully as he stares at her.
"I'm nothing like her,"
"You have the same killer instinct,"
Reyna's emotions were running high and a fierce anger was building up inside of her. In a sudden burst of energy, the carpet that was lying on the table caught fire and a blaze started to spread rapidly across the room. The flames were moving swiftly towards the Professor. All eyes watch as a magnificent, towering dragon slowly emerged from the fiery chaos, its form taking shape before their very eyes.
"REYNA!"
Reyna's heart raced at the sound of Minerva McGonagall's voice, causing her to instinctively turn towards the Professor. The young witch's eyes were wide with fear, her own power causing her to feel like a danger to everyone. Slowly, Minerva approached, her gaze unwavering and intense, as she sought to calm and reassure Reyna in the midst of her panic.
"It's okay," McGonagall extends her hand. "It's okay"
Reyna's eyes, once ablaze with a radiant orange hue, gradually fade back to murky grey as the majestic dragon dissipates into thin air. With a gentle gesture, the ember-haired witch extends her hand and grasps the Professor's, permitting the woman to draw her near.
"Everyone out!" The Professor calls as she helps Reyna sit down. "You as well Alastor"
Professor McGonagall gently guides Reyna to the ground, never once loosening the hold she had on the witch. Reyna gasps for air, her chest heaving up and down in a panicked rhythm. The Professor's embrace provided a sense of comfort and security. As Reyna struggles to regain her breath, the professor's steady heartbeat serves as a calming force, easing her anxiety.
"It's okay Reyna,"
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Despite its small size, Minerva McGongall's office exuded a warm and cosy ambiance. In the corner of the room resided a grand fireplace, emanating a comforting warmth that spread throughout the space. The mantlepiece boasted an array of gleaming Quidditch Trophies, each a testament to her students' dedication and hard work. As Reyna's gaze examine the pieces atop the mantlepiece, her eyes lock onto a moving picture of a group of witches and wizards, including Sirius, her father, and James and Lily Potter.
"The Order of the Phoenix," McGonagall says. "Fought against you-know-who and the Death Eaters during the First Wizarding War"
"Do you think there will be another war?"
"I share Professor Dumbledore's beliefs that I am aware he shared with you last year,"
"If he comes back, he'll try to kill Harry," Reyna murmurs.
"I believe so,"
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