[2] storm of rage ~ harry potter × marvel

3.

"Okay," Skyler starts awkwardly, "just so you guys know: this is the first class I am to give, like, ever."

The entire crowd is clothed in gymnastic clothes, most of them wearing sweaters with trainings pants, though. Skyler herself wears her S.H.I.E.L.D training suit. She looks quite dangerous in the black catsuit, the only revealed skin being her fingertips, her head and her neck.

She's standing in a field outside, near the Quidditch area. There's a huge trail set up, with climbing walls, running fields and training regions. In front of her, stand two groups, crazy enough, Slytherin and Gryffindor of her own year.

"So, first," she says, "I'll tell you that I did notchose my group combinations. I mean, if it had been my choice, I'd have separated these two Houses as far as possible, certainly in this class, but Dumbledore must have an explanation for this."

Everyone chuckles a bit, and some even truly laugh, but Skyler claps her hands together and looks at Blaise Zabini, who is laughing the hardest of everyone.

"Zabini!" she yells, smirking mischievously, "Considering that you're laughing this hard, would you do me the honour of letting me speak?"

"Yes," Blaise replies jokingly, "professor."

"That's the second thing!" Skyler states, "Do not call me professor, it makes me feel old. My name is Skyler, as you know. The third is: In my class, there'll be a lot of sweating and panting, so I'd advise you not to talk too much. That's a waste of energy."

Ron raises his hand, "Skyler?"

"That's my name," she answers, "yes Ron?"

"What are we exactly going to do in your class? I mean, we don't need to be trained in combat, right? We have wands... magic," the redhead says, gaining a chuckle from Skyler in return.

"Ronald, would you do me the honour of being the example to your classmates?" Skyler asks slyly, though most people seem to miss her sly tone, except for Hermione, whose eyes widen.

"Skyler, I don't think –" the bushy haired Gryffindor starts.

"Oh, but it'll be fun, Hermione," Skyler flashes her a grin, "Besides, Mr. Weasley needs an answer, doesn't he?"

Ron scurries forward, standing next to Skyler on a gym mat, scrutinizing her carefully, "So, what am I supposed to do now?"

"You are going to defend yourself, while I am going to attack you," Skyler states dryly, and Ron visibly pales, earning snorts and chuckles from the Slytherin crowd. Skyler glares at them threateningly, especially at Draco and Theo, who laugh the hardest.

"You two want to be next?" she hisses at them, stretching her arms and cracking her knuckles. The two guys shudder, shaking their heads, "Good. Now, Ron, take a few steps back please, and do not take out your wand yet."

The ginger does as is commanded and looks at Skyler hesitantly, "Now what?"

"On three, I'll attack you, and you will be allowed to take out your wand," Skyler smirks, tensing her muscles, ready to sprint towards him as soon as the number three will be counted.

"Potter, you count, please," Skyler asks, and Harry Potter clears his throat.

"One," Skyler gets into a running stance whilst Ron's hand slowly goes to his pocket.

"Two," Ron's hand grasps his wand, his face betraying that he is scared.

"Three!" Ron takes out his wand, whilst in the meantime, Skyler races forward, zigzagging from left to right, making it impossible for Ron to hit her with a spell.