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Rab threw her hex back with a frustrated shout, teeth gritting against each other as he fought to catch his breath. Bellatrix was running circles around him, any opportunity to make him suffer more -- she’d take it. He’d always been an aggressive dueller. It made for poor accuracy, and was even worse for his defence he’d been told. There were few times he didn’t let his temper get the better of him. He knew she was just pushing him, only enough so that, in his anger, he would tap into a more powerful capacity that would allow him to best her. Allow him to be a better dueller. There was little chance he could do that without channelling something special.

Between choked breaths, he tried to go over the things she had taught him but he was interrupted by a flash of silver flying towards him. Darting to the side, he launched into a tuck and roll before shouting out their safe word, “ Quidditch! ” He threw up his hands in resignation as he jumped up, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. “ Q-Quidditch. ”