The Dueling Club
A new Dueling Club has been started.
Pg-13
After a week in the hospital wing, Andrew was free to go. He had been burned badly and his entire muscle structure had degraded, but nothing is too hard for Madam Pomphrey. He was walking down the hall when Petra came up behind him and hugged him. He turned and she put a flyer in his face. It was to tell about the Dueling club. "What's this? Oh, cool." he said as he read the flyer. "It starts tonight. Me and Lily are going, are you?" she asked. "Sure!" he replied. They set off down the hall to get ready for the meeting that night.
~That night~
They stood in the crowded room. They watched the stage in the middle of the room as Dumbledore stepped onto it. "Hello Young students. I am going to teach you how to duel, but only the top 10 duelists will be apart of the club. It will be just like the Quidditch league, but more violence, but with our group of players, I find that hard to believe." Everyone laughed. He paired up everyone and then started an elimination tournament. Andrew was paired up with Severus Snape. They stood about five feet away from each other and the Severus jumped the gun and yelled, "EXPELLIARMUS!" Andrew jumped up and dodged the attack but as he came down Snape had conjured an energy blade that issued from the tip of his wand. Andrew did the same and they fought a close battle. They would run at each other and the swords would clash and bang and spark. Suddenly, Andrew swept low and struck Severus in the back of the leg. Severus dropped to the floor unconscious. At the end of the Tournament, only James, Sirius, Andrew, Remus, Lily, Petra, and a few other of Lily's friends. They were to meet every Wednesday at 9:00.
~Saturday~
Andrew awoke the next morning to a blinding light. It was noon, at least. Why had he slept so late? It didn't really matter though. He got up and dressed. He walked down the stairs to see Petra waiting at the foot of the stairs. "C'mon! Its 5:00 and the dance is at 6:30!" she yelled at him. What? He had slept that late. Whoa. That's so unlike him. He ran back up the stairs and got dressed for the dance. They went down to the Great Hall. As they arrived, the dance seemed to have already started.
A new Dueling Club has been started.
Pg-13
After a week in the hospital wing, Andrew was free to go. He had been burned badly and his entire muscle structure had degraded, but nothing is too hard for Madam Pomphrey. He was walking down the hall when Petra came up behind him and hugged him. He turned and she put a flyer in his face. It was to tell about the Dueling club. "What's this? Oh, cool." he said as he read the flyer. "It starts tonight. Me and Lily are going, are you?" she asked. "Sure!" he replied. They set off down the hall to get ready for the meeting that night.
~That night~
They stood in the crowded room. They watched the stage in the middle of the room as Dumbledore stepped onto it. "Hello Young students. I am going to teach you how to duel, but only the top 10 duelists will be apart of the club. It will be just like the Quidditch league, but more violence, but with our group of players, I find that hard to believe." Everyone laughed. He paired up everyone and then started an elimination tournament. Andrew was paired up with Severus Snape. They stood about five feet away from each other and the Severus jumped the gun and yelled, "EXPELLIARMUS!" Andrew jumped up and dodged the attack but as he came down Snape had conjured an energy blade that issued from the tip of his wand. Andrew did the same and they fought a close battle. They would run at each other and the swords would clash and bang and spark. Suddenly, Andrew swept low and struck Severus in the back of the leg. Severus dropped to the floor unconscious. At the end of the Tournament, only James, Sirius, Andrew, Remus, Lily, Petra, and a few other of Lily's friends. They were to meet every Wednesday at 9:00.
~Saturday~
Andrew awoke the next morning to a blinding light. It was noon, at least. Why had he slept so late? It didn't really matter though. He got up and dressed. He walked down the stairs to see Petra waiting at the foot of the stairs. "C'mon! Its 5:00 and the dance is at 6:30!" she yelled at him. What? He had slept that late. Whoa. That's so unlike him. He ran back up the stairs and got dressed for the dance. They went down to the Great Hall. As they arrived, the dance seemed to have already started.