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𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬

The initiates are gathered around the large sparring ring, practicing their punches and footwork with varying levels of skill. Four stands off to the side, arms crossed, observing the group with a critical eye. His expression is calm, but there's a quiet intensity in the way he watches their movements, analyzing every step, punch, and block.

Eric strides into the room with his usual swagger, eyes gleaming with excitement as he approaches Four. He stops next to him, his voice low and full of anticipation. "You ready for some real fighting?" Four doesn't take his eyes of the initiates. "Not even close." Eric smirks, clearly enjoying the prospect of the next step in training. "First jumper in the ring." He shouts causing all the initiates to look up. They all exchange nervous glances, the weight of Eric's words sinking in. There's a murmur of uncertainty as Ollie steps forward, but Eric's voice cuts through the chatter once again. "Last jumper! Time to fight."

Gasps echoed through the room as the reality of the initiates' training hit home. Parents, particularly Lily and James Potter, were visibly shaken. Lily's hands tightened around the edge of the table, her face pale as she watched her daughter, Ollie, step forward into the sparring ring. James, his usual confidence faltering, clenched his fists, his jaw tight with concern.

"Fight? They're just children!" Molly Weasley muttered, her face flushed with disbelief. Similar murmurs of shock rippled through the parents, their unease growing as Eric barked commands with cold authority.

Molly and Ollie both step into the ring, analysing each other. As they stand there, the initiates and trainers alike fall silent, waiting for the signal to begin. Ollie turn to look at Four and Eric speaking softly. "How long do we fight for?" Eric smirks. "Till one of you can't continue." Four quickly jumps in. "Or one of you concedes." Eric grins darkly. "According to the old rules." A flicker of confusion crosses Ollie's face, and Four watches Eric with a hint of disapproval. He knows what's coming.

A group of girls in Hogwarts whispered among themselves, convincing each other that Four only suggested, "or one of you concedes," because he didn't want Ollie to get hurt too badly, their fangirling glossing over the intensity of the situation.

"New rules, no one concedes." Four steps forward slightly, his voice tense. "You really want to lose them on their first fight?" Eric shrugs, his grin widening. "A brave man never surrenders." Four's jaw tightens as Eric throws a mocking glance his way. "Lucky for you, those weren't the rules when we fought," Four said through gritted teeth. Ollie's eyes flicker to Four, unsure but resolute. Eric steps back, his voice booming over the room.

Eric speaks up again. "You'll be scored on this, so fight hard." Ollie and Molly both take a fighting stance, arms up protecting their front as they both look to Eric waiting for him to tell them to start. "Go," Eric says, irritated. The fight begins. Molly moves in quickly, her fists up, ready to swing at Ollie. She quickly spins around Molly, avoiding her punch. Peter shouts from the sidelines, taunting Ollie. "Don't be scared, Stiff!" The comment sends a ripple of laughter through the other initiates. Ollie takes a deep breath, focusing on Molly, who throws a punch. She ducks just in time, and the fight intensifies.

Christina grins at her. "Nice, Ollie!" she shouts, encouraging her. Ollie manages to land a hit, her training kicking in as her instincts take over. She blocks Molly's next punch, spinning quickly to gain the upper hand. The room erupts in gasps and cheers as the two spar, the tension between them building. The fight continues, each move more intense than the last, neither girl willing to back down. The sounds of fists connecting and heavy breathing fill the room, the energy electrifying as the initiates cheer them on. Eventually, Molly gains the upper hand and manages to hit Ollie causing her to stumble giving Molly the opportunity to hit her to the ground knocking her out.