Confident | Fred Weasley

Chapter 117 | Gringotts

A/N - Once again, I've forgotten to upload a chapter. Anyways, enjoy!
   
   
   
    
"Expulso!" Sarah jabbed her wand forwards. The spell shot towards Kingsley with incredible accuracy, but he skillfully blocked it with a simple Protection charm.

He immediately shot back an unknown orange jet. It was so intense that it scorched the grass a metre below itself. Kingsley was rapid, more so than Sarah ever dreamt of being. Instead of even bothering to cast a Protection charm, she twisted to the side as if she were bull-fighting. The heat of the spell raced across her stomach, even when she had dodged it by a long-shot.

Sarah returned this with a quick volley of stunning jinxes. She watched with astonishment, frozen like an ice sculpture, as Kingsley created a transparent bubble that caught all these spells within its walls. Kingsley held them, trembling, for just a moment. Then, with a practiced flick of his wrist, the bubble burst and the spells shot right back at her. Sarah, taken aback by this display of mastery, didn't even attempt to dodge or block. A stunning spell hit her in the stomach, and like a sack of potatoes, she was splayed out on the grass, trying to find the sky between the white flashes of unconsciousness.

"Block, Copper!" Mad-eye roar echoed distantly from somewhere, "Why didn't you block?"

The flashing cleared somewhat, leaving Sarah staring st the sky, covered with a layer of white clouds. The beginning of May had brought more dreary weather, and the sordid promise of a worse summer. This wasn't the first time she had landed on her backside today, and her bones were beginning to ache at the treatment.

A hand appeared, and with much effort, Sarah grabbed it. Kingsley pulled her to her feet with ease. Sarah steadied herself, blinking away the black spots from her vision.

"Alright?" Kingsley asked kindly.

Sarah inhaled deeply, and responded, "Fine. What was that spell you used, the bubble?"

"Ah, that's an old Auror trick my own training officer taught me years ago–" Kingsley began, leading the way towards the gathered crowd.

Despite the lacklustre weather, everyone had crowded into the garden. Chairs and loungers had been conjured, fruit juice and butterbeer procured, and the promise of some duelling sessions made for quite an eventful day. Nearing sunset, the sun was hidden behind a wall of clouds. Sarah had pulled on one of Fred's jumpers that morning in the hopes of keeping away the chill.

"What was that?" Mad-eye asked, sat in a vibrant, turquoise garden chair. "You didn't even try to–"

"Oh, give it a rest, Moody," Sirius said, taking a swig of butterbeer. He had come over to spend the day, claiming that it was boring in his countryside home on his own. "They were at it for ages."

Sarah silently agreed, but she wasn't in the mood for a lecture. As Mad-eye turned on Sirius, Sarah slunk away in the direction of Fred and George. The pair were stretched across the grass, talking as they stared at the sky above.

Sarah cast a shadow across them, and Fred looked up with a grin.

"Commiserations, darling," Fred said, his voice tinted with amusement, "That was some nasty spellwork from Kingsley."

"Nasty?" George echoed, shaking his head, "No, incredible, more like. He moves like a Golden Snidget!"

"Talk him up anymore and I'll think you're in love with him," Sarah said, laying down on the grass beside Fred. She reached across, knitting her and Fred's hands together.

"You should've seen him staring at him earlier," Fred added, laughing, "Stars in his eyes."

George rolled his eyes, "Sod off, the both of you. Merlin forbid I appreciate some good duelling."