The Class
Violet blinked once Professor Yong had called out her name and she felt an excited tingle in her veins. Clutching her wand nervously she stepped forward while he called out the other name. Damien Mei, 4th Upper Year, Slytherin.
It would be expected that Violet, a mere 6th Year Hufflepuff would feel intimidated as she gazed straight into the older’s boys eyes, raised chin and straight posture, almost as if daring him to think of her in that way as both raised their wands. A surge of confidence and competitiveness rose in her and a quick smirk forms on her lips as she bows. She had seen her father duel and been taught by him since she could remember. She knew what she had to do. She had to win.
“Tarantallegra!” she aimed her wand towards the young man. He always looked so serious, maybe he should have some fun before she disarmed him she thought with a small giggle. It did take him off guard as she noticed his wide surprised eyes, quickly replaced by an expressionless focused stare when he throws a defensive charm against it and quickly flicks his wand towards her twice. Flipendo and Levicorpus.
Violet is able to avoid being flipped over however she is too slow to defend herself from the second attack. She gasps as she starts levitating above the ground yet she keeps her hold on her wand and scowls, counter attacking with Liberacorpus. She falls down with a frustrated grunt, ignoring the pain on her hip at the fall and she attempts to distract him by conjuring “Stupefy!” but he evades the attack easily once again.
It was a close battle with Violet’s perseverance and competitiveness along with Damien’s experience and equal passion to win. At that point both seemed to be wanting to tire each other out, flashes of light colliding and spells being shouted. She could feel the hair at her nape starting to stick to her skin and she felt Professor Yong’s stare on their duel. It was part of their final evaluation after all.
Violet started to feel frustration and it was showing everytime she casted a spell. A simple “Expeliarmus!” started to look sloppy and rushed against Damien’s attacks, controlled and disciplined.
Maybe it was more than she could chew. He was older and more experienced. Maybe Violet wasn’t as good as she thought. She hated the fact she was losing.
