Dudes That Duel

Pairing: James/Regulus
Word Count: 476
Written For:
- September Event, prompt: (plot) Duelling with someone at Hogwarts
- Gringott's Prompt Bank: (dialogue) "Can I just call you Dude?" / "No." / "You're no fun, dude." (OUAT Quotes) "Someone slip me a poisoned apple and put me out of my misery." / (nautical word) Float, (weather word) Blustery, (colour) Bottle Green, (colour) Shocking Pink, (family vocab) Brother


"Hey, Dude."

Regulus closed his eyes firmly and suppressed the urge to groan. It wasn't the first time that he had been disrupted by his new stalker—or, as he preferred to be known as, his brother's best friend.

"I'm not a dude," Regulus grumbled, turning to face his intruder. James Potter grinned as he headed down the slippery banking to where Regulus sat by the Black Lake. "What do you want?"

"Oh, just thought I'd come and see how my best buddy's little brother is doing," James replied. "What are you doing out here by yourself? It's bloody freezing."

Regulus glared out at the lake. His little escape down here had been previously calming, despite the blustery weather. He was spending the small amount of free time that he had just relaxing, watching as the Giant Squid occasionally rose to the surface to float lazily on top of the water. He turned to face James, noticing that he was wearing a familiar bottle green scarf.

"That's mine," he muttered. "It's odd."

"What is?"

Regulus smirked. "Slytherin colours look unusually good on you."

James burst into a sudden fit of uncontrollable laughter. "Oh, someone slip me a poisoned apple and put me out of my misery! I'm a bloody Slytherin."

Regulus rolled his eyes again, and stood up, holding his hand out for the scarf. "Hand it over, then."

"I have a better idea," James sneered. "I'll duel you for it."

Regulus cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"You heard. What's up, are you too chicken?" James made a series of humiliating noises, which Regulus assumed were supposed to be that of a chicken. "I don't want to frighten you. I know you're playing with the big kids, now—are you not man enough?"

Regulus pursed his lips, and fished his wand out of his pocket. "Bring it on."

The pair backed away from each other until they were at least three metres apart, and raised their wands. James grinned—Regulus knew that he was more than expecting to win the match. He flourished his wand dramatically, and opened his mouth to cast an incantation.

But Regulus was smarter than James.

"Expelliarmus!" he snapped, and James's wand flew out of his hand, landing neatly between Regulus's fingers. James glared at Regulus, and made to storm over to retrieve his wand, but Regulus wasn't finished. He aimed his wand at James's neck, muttered another string of words, and suddenly the scarf around his neck was shocking pink.

Regulus grinned. "There. You can keep the scarf." He reached down to pick up his bag and books, and started climbing up the banking, ready to head back to the castle.

"Hey!" James shouted suddenly, as Regulus threw James his wand back. He looked at the older boy questioningly. "Can I keep calling you 'dude'?"

"No!"

James smirked. "You're no fun, dude."