Claudia
Wise decision
Thu Aug 30, 2018 12:32
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There was something immensely satisfying about seeing Andrew hanging upside down by his ankle, especially as a result of her spell. His wand soared towards her; Claudia caught it and held it in the same hand as her own. Drew superfluously conceded defeat, and the fifth year crossed the mat towards him, victorious. “You’re pretty good,” Drew told Claudia. She didn’t require the approval of a third year, and did not acknowledge the positive review beyond a very faint twitch upwards of her lips, but it was not objectionable to her to hear it. Personally she thought she had been better than ‘pretty good’, if only because she had been sufficiently restrained to not injure him or use ethically dubious magic. “That was fun,” Andrew claimed, and Claudia did not disagree with this assessment, vomit projectiles aside.

She had already been about to lower Andrew back to the ground when he made his demand, and the threat of further vomit did little to endear him to her. Therefore Claudia let him fall with almost no resistance, but she was gracious enough to lift all the other spells acting on him, and their environment, too. “It was fun,” she agreed. “You didn’t do too badly yourself.” That was, admittedly, concerning for Claudia. Drew’s spells had been creative, effective, and often on target. There had even been one that Claudia didn’t know herself, and she was still debating whether her pride would enable her to ask about it; if not, she had heard and retained in memory the incantation so she could look it up at her leisure. Regardless, Drew was practising spells with Remington (with whom Claudia often worked in class, so she knew the other girl was eminently capable for a fourth year), and Dade, who had the power to set the corridor on fire, and the desire to cause injury to Claudia, whatever his ill conceived and inadequate excuse (that this far remained a mystery to her). If Drew and Remy were working with Dade, Claudia was yet less eager to cross paths with the youngest Farnon. She was also less inclined to hold back should that interaction occur.

Claudia bent a little at her waist, her black leggings and cropped top moving seamlessly with her body, her blonde hair in its ponytail falling over her shoulder as she leaned forwards, and held out her hand towards Drew, a silent offer to help him up from where she’d let him fall. It had been a good introductory duel to reacclimatise herself to reacting to an opponent. He had been a surprisingly worthy adversary for a third year.

  • Well, maybe just one - Drew, Tue Aug 28 02:23
    Drew was willing to admit it when he was wrong. It was a good trait to have, according to his dad. It had come in handy with the whole Dade and Remington situation—Drew had tried his hardest, and he... more
    • Wise decision - Claudia, Thu Aug 30 12:32
      • I’m known for my wisdom - Drew, Sat Sep 15 13:57
        There was a little pause, and then Drew fell to the ground like his broom had disappeared out from under him. The landing was not graceful, but Drew could handle a few bumps and bruises. He was used... more
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