"It's a muggle sport, Remus. Do you think the students will take to it?"
Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor, Remus J. Lupin, flashed Headmaster
Albus Dumbledore a wide grin.
"You have muggle clubs; yoga and, thanks to Severus' accidental discovery of the ghost of William Shakespeare, you have a drama club. Students take to those." He ran a hand through his unruly brown hair.
"Yes, but fencing is quite different." Albus said calmly. "It takes concentration, it has rules and it is rather difficult."
"Albus," Remus snickered as he moved to stand in front of the Headmaster, his hands splayed. "You know as well as I do that students, muggle or not, would relish an excuse to hit each other with sticks."
"That is why they have wands." Sighed a silky voice off to the right of the hall. Albus and Remus turned their heads as Severus Snape took form from the shadows and walked towards them.
"Ah, Severus, just the man I wanted to talk to." Albus clapped Severus on the shoulder, and the tall, pale man took up a slow stride next to the white haired man as Remus loped along on the other side.
"You wanted to talk to me?" He scoffed a little. "About what, exactly? Mr. Potter's week of detention?"
"Week of detention!" Remus barked, looking across Albus at Severus. "Hana isn't going to like that."
"Hana can just sit on her broom and-"
"Well, Gentlemen," Albus said as he put his arms across both of their shoulders and stopped walking. "Severus, I will call for you later, when I remember what it is I wanted to talk to you about, and Remus? Find a suitable instructor, and a few interested students, and we will talk on the matter later." Albus again gave both men a clap on the back, sending them both stumbling forward a bit. They looked over at each other and brushed off quickly.
"Instructor for what?" Severus asked as Albus started down the hall.
"A fencing club."
"I could teach it.." Remus said quietly, putting his hands in his tattered old robe pockets.
"As could I," Albus turned to see the two Professors staring hard at one another.
"Well then, you could teach it together." The duo looked at each other, aghast. Albus simply grinned, and continued down the hall into his room.
"Teach it together?" Severus groaned, running a hand into his slicked back black hair.
"No, a duel, tonight on the Pitch, seven thirty." Remus said as he turned to face the Potions Master again.
"For the club?"
"For the club." They turned, robes flaring out behind them, and stormed into opposite ends of the hall.
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"You have muggle clubs; yoga and, thanks to Severus' accidental discovery of the ghost of William Shakespeare, you have a drama club. Students take to those." He ran a hand through his unruly brown hair.
"Yes, but fencing is quite different." Albus said calmly. "It takes concentration, it has rules and it is rather difficult."
"Albus," Remus snickered as he moved to stand in front of the Headmaster, his hands splayed. "You know as well as I do that students, muggle or not, would relish an excuse to hit each other with sticks."
"That is why they have wands." Sighed a silky voice off to the right of the hall. Albus and Remus turned their heads as Severus Snape took form from the shadows and walked towards them.
"Ah, Severus, just the man I wanted to talk to." Albus clapped Severus on the shoulder, and the tall, pale man took up a slow stride next to the white haired man as Remus loped along on the other side.
"You wanted to talk to me?" He scoffed a little. "About what, exactly? Mr. Potter's week of detention?"
"Week of detention!" Remus barked, looking across Albus at Severus. "Hana isn't going to like that."
"Hana can just sit on her broom and-"
"Well, Gentlemen," Albus said as he put his arms across both of their shoulders and stopped walking. "Severus, I will call for you later, when I remember what it is I wanted to talk to you about, and Remus? Find a suitable instructor, and a few interested students, and we will talk on the matter later." Albus again gave both men a clap on the back, sending them both stumbling forward a bit. They looked over at each other and brushed off quickly.
"Instructor for what?" Severus asked as Albus started down the hall.
"A fencing club."
"I could teach it.." Remus said quietly, putting his hands in his tattered old robe pockets.
"As could I," Albus turned to see the two Professors staring hard at one another.
"Well then, you could teach it together." The duo looked at each other, aghast. Albus simply grinned, and continued down the hall into his room.
"Teach it together?" Severus groaned, running a hand into his slicked back black hair.
"No, a duel, tonight on the Pitch, seven thirty." Remus said as he turned to face the Potions Master again.
"For the club?"
"For the club." They turned, robes flaring out behind them, and stormed into opposite ends of the hall.
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