Stronger for You

Chp. 19 Planning It All Out

Author's Note: This is a serious announcement, my lovelies. Don't take up your pitchforks! I am finishing this story, but updates will be very sporadic and choppy. You'll be lucky to have another one after this within the next month. I shall try. This chapter was edited once, about four months ago...so any mistakes I shall eventually get to...maybe... 

*Now Edited! :D *

I ask for patience and understanding, as I'm sure some of you know what it's like to go through graduation and the start of college O.O I hope you all are doing magical!

~~~“A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery; it cannot be so refined, so leisurely and gently, so temperate, kind, courteous, restrained and magnanimous. A revolution is an insurrection, an act of violence by which one class overthrows another.” – Mao Zedong

 

Chapter Nineteen

Jacky’s P.o.V.

I duck behind the brilliantly orange curse and spin to the right to avoid the punch that follows. The sounds of battle range around me. Grunts, shouts, curses, and bright flashes/streams of light fill the air. My heart races and dances, my limbs coursing with adrenaline and my “fight” instinct roaring within. I knew without a doubt what to cast and where to cast it. The magic of my opponent tingles up my spine, a deep instinct that we had discovered and practiced over and over so that we would be more prepared in a fight.

It had been an Indian technique that Padma and Parvati had taught us.

“Snava!” I direct my want at Colin and he falls with a muffled curse, rolling sideways and leaping back up with his own jinx.

“Kasta tillbaka!” I skid back into the semi-soft mats that surrounded our mock battle. The RoR had made tables appear in the hall, making it very similar to the Great Hall, the focus of our simulation today. I had already landed on or into the tables three times.

“Växer över ögonen!” Colin retreats hastily as his eyelashes thread together— blinding him. I stand up; wincing at my bruises and fling myself back into the battle.

“Låsa anklar tillsammans” I fall to the ground not even two minutes later, a smirking Grant above me as my ankles lock together grimly. I curse and aim my wand at him but his partner, Jack Sloper, quickly deflects it.

“Avrusta!” My wand bounces into his hands and they grin victoriously down at me. I glare up at them as the sounds of battle die away. Their side had clearly won. I struggle into a sitting position and look around. The D.A is swelling with people now. In the beginning, we had about sixty-five people. Now there was a round ninety. The numbers had come from all of the usually homeschooled witches and wizards that had been forced to come. It was wicked.

We had finally let in the rest of the prefects and the Head Girl and Boy after they had roundly beat my co-commanders into the ground. Nearly all fifth year and up Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs were part of our ranks. The amphitheater had grown to fit them all during meetings.

“That was excellent guys! Lavender, I commend you for the introduction of Swedish into our spell cache. What does that bring our culture list to?” I ask as we settle into the benches. The co-commanders lounge on the edge of the stage, nursing their minor wounds while Neville slumps into one of the six chairs that are on the stage. I stand by the boards, waiting for Ginny to list them off.