Hogwarts, Fleur Delacour
"I may have made a mistake here," Fleur thinks to herself as she back peddles from her opponent, blocking and dodging each strike the other girl lashes out with, after her initial barrage of fire and spell work, Fleur got the rear sight of someone cutting through her magic like it was child's play. Every time Fleur would step to the edge of the Hedge to move through the mist to gain some distance between her and the hunter because it was all too obvious that Fleur had not a snowball chance in hell betting the girl in armed combat, she had fallen back to her spell work. But every time she had stepped away, the hunter would immediately know right where she was going and was on her in a heartbeat, not even enough time to raise her wand.
And the worst part? Even if Fleur could get enough time to cast any spell, she wouldn't be able to cast her best spells. She was in a corridor of a castle, and to use any of her Blast Magic would bring the ceiling and walls crashing down on both of them, and Fleur was sure to cause collateral damage to the castle was breaking her word of "Doing her best to avoid getting into trouble," which would be bad for her to say the least.
Fleur sidesteps a lunge from the hunter before knocking the hunter's sword down with her own, a blade she was sure was loaded with something to do with the concept of water seeing that the blade had snuffed out a majority of her first blast of fire by simply passing through the flames, just before bring up her wand to do something foolish.
"Mortarium et ignis," Fleur thinks as she steps back into the mist just before an explosion of sound and fire shakes the corridor with a bang sending the hunter flying away for her and rolling down the hall.
The hall itself looked like a burning warzone, with suits of armor knocked over and scattered along the ground, portrait frames were ablaze and the occupants fleeing for their existence, and fire and burning debris were scattered across the ground. It was a wonderful sight to Fleur, so rarely she was allowed to cut loose like this and cause some real damage, but it was always worth the wait in the end. The fight, the hunt, and the anticipation before the kill were all worth the wait and she loved every moment of it. She stands in the destruction, basking in it for a moment before she watches in slight awe as the hunter begins to stand up again and shakes the dust off herself before popping her neck.
The Hunter opens her fully amber eyes now before sliding back into stance, Fleur watches as the veins in the hunter's neck and forehead begin to bulge, giving her a much more feral and beautiful look of death and danger, before, in a blur of movement, the hunter charges at her. Fleur's eyes widen at the speed the hunter moved at and bring her sword up just in time to block the strike that causes her arm to go numb from the impact. Fleur tries to take a step back but the hunter moves with her, swinging twice more, and if it wasn't for the basket hilt of her saber, Fleur would have lost a few fingers as the hunter efficiently and brutally disarms Fleur before she grabs the Fae by the collar with one hand and headbutts her, sending Fleur reeling and scrambling her thoughts as the hunter picked her up off her feet and throwing her into the nearby wall with a thud that echoes throughout the corridor.
Fleur looks up just in time to see the hunter standing above her, about to bring the silver blade she wielded down on her, Fleur focused on the mist, to slip into the Hedge before the hunter could kill but she wasn't sure she could make it before the blade could pierce her, but she didn't have to as another voice yells out, old and full of power and command.
"Enough!" the voice of the Headmaster of Hogwarts commands before a blinding white light fills the corridor and a sharp bang echoes in the mind of both Fleur and the hunter above her before Zoë is flung back to the opposite wall. As Zoë strikes the wall it morphs into liquid before wrapping her limbs in stone before shifting into iron to hold the Lieutenant of the Hunt back.
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Book Three: The Heir and The Champions
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