A/N: The credit for all things Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
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"If you stare any longer, you'll turn me to stone."
"I can't believe it. After so long... why didn't you contact anyone? Why didn't you contact me?" His eyes, once soft and muted were now intense and taken aback.
"I didn't want to endanger anyone. You would have done the same in my situation." Her guilt seemed to redden her face. Even in the dark of the night, Remus could tell.
"Situation? But what happened, Rosina? Tell me ... " His hand slid tenderly onto hers, as his stare intensified.
Those eyes, ever so empathetic. There were many times she had the chance to gaze upon them. Many times...
"Alright, students, we have been learning about all the types of Disarming Charms used in Dueling." The dark shoes of the Head of Slytherin sauntered across the pulpit and towards his students. "Today, you will be given the opportunity to show me whether or not you have paid attention." He eyed every single one of them.
"Remember to hold your wands steadily before your opponent and to speak very loudly and clearly." Across the dueling platform was another Instructor cloaked in a crimson colored robe and she seemed to be addressing her students on disarming charms, as well. "Now, who wants to go up and try? How about you, Mr. Lupin?"
A slender, willowy youth of about sixteen looked up from the pit of students to his professor. "Um..." he hesitated. An attractive raven haired boy slapped him on the back and said: "C'mon, Moony, you know all the charms by heart. Show those fools what you're made of!" He threw a rude hand gesture to the students cloaked in black robes with silver and green scarves. A brown eyed boy of about the same age, with bushy, unkempt hair and glasses yelled "Yeah, Remus, go for it!"
The receptor of all this support closed his book and put it in his sack. "Alright, Madam Ayckby, I'll try." And with that he took the steps onto the platform.
"Professor Vikkard, let me go!" cried a greasy haired Slytherin. He was dressed all in black and was as white as a unicorns hide.
"No, Severus, I think I want to see how Ms. Soler can do. Ms. Soler? Come up please."
Severus slowly lowered his arm and scowled at the professor's decision.
A younger version of Rosina smiled a confident smile and graciously stepped up onto the stage. She stood in front of her Professor, and looked across to her opponent. He stood there holding up his wand waiting patiently for what was to come.
Slowly, she took out her dark wand. It was a 15-inch ebony wand. It was strikingly beautiful with its dark color. It had the family crescent, a shield with an S and the horns of a bull on it, branded in silver on the handle. Ebony is unquestionably accepted as the most powerful wood when it comes to magic. The user of this wand will have limitless power as well as unprecedented protectional qualities. At least that's what she remembered her father exclaiming when he handed it to her the day she found she was to start her schooling at Hogwarts. She was proud of her family heirloom. But no matter how powerful the essence of Phoenix Talon in her wand was, she had to learn how to use her wand correctly before utilizing its power.
"Now then, take your positions." The order came from the Gryffindor side.
Remus gave a little bow, brushed aside the stray hairs from his face, and turned to his side. His left arm was placed on his hip and his wand pointed to Rosina.
Acknowledging his bow, she lowered her head about a centimeter or so. Turning to the side, she lifted her arm above her head and stretched her other arm in front of her with an open palm. Her body curved forward. She was ready.
"At the count of three..."
"One..."
His fingers curled around his wand...
"Two..."
Her tongue ran across her lips as she prepared herself....
"THREE!"
"Expelliarmus!" they said in unison.
She felt such a pressure upon her torso as she was lifted off her feet and backwards. She landed hard on her back. She rose to her feet and wiped the mass of curls out of her face to see what happened.
The impact of her charm on his body was more powerful. He was thrown farther than her, and had the wind knocked out of him. The limp body across the Great Hall came to and stood up slowly. Short, broken breaths came out of his mouth.
"Are you alright?" the Gryffindor dueling instructor, Madam Ayckby was at Remus' side and was patting him on the back.
In broken words he answered; "Yes-I'm-fine."
"Since both houses seemed to have reacted at the same moment, I think both should receive fifty points."
"I agree, fifty points to Gryffindor and Slytherin!" said Madam Ayckby.
Cheers erupted from both houses.
"Now, let's have both opponents come together and shake hands as a sign of courtesy and respect."
Neither of them seemed to want to move. But Rosina looked to up see that the beaten Remus was walking towards her with a slight limp. She took a few steps and was face to face with Remus. His hand was lifted up. She took it.
Amidst the roaring cheers, she felt a strange feeling. Perhaps, all girls feel a twinge of electricity at the first touch of someone else, but it was odd just the same.
His face was sweaty and as they shook hands, she took a close look him. His face was soft and kind, but also weary. He had long chestnut hair that stopped at his jaw. At a close glance, she could see small scars here and there across his face.
But his eyes, they were hazel ... and enigmatic... his eyes seemed to hold a powerful secret....
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"If you stare any longer, you'll turn me to stone."
"I can't believe it. After so long... why didn't you contact anyone? Why didn't you contact me?" His eyes, once soft and muted were now intense and taken aback.
"I didn't want to endanger anyone. You would have done the same in my situation." Her guilt seemed to redden her face. Even in the dark of the night, Remus could tell.
"Situation? But what happened, Rosina? Tell me ... " His hand slid tenderly onto hers, as his stare intensified.
Those eyes, ever so empathetic. There were many times she had the chance to gaze upon them. Many times...
"Alright, students, we have been learning about all the types of Disarming Charms used in Dueling." The dark shoes of the Head of Slytherin sauntered across the pulpit and towards his students. "Today, you will be given the opportunity to show me whether or not you have paid attention." He eyed every single one of them.
"Remember to hold your wands steadily before your opponent and to speak very loudly and clearly." Across the dueling platform was another Instructor cloaked in a crimson colored robe and she seemed to be addressing her students on disarming charms, as well. "Now, who wants to go up and try? How about you, Mr. Lupin?"
A slender, willowy youth of about sixteen looked up from the pit of students to his professor. "Um..." he hesitated. An attractive raven haired boy slapped him on the back and said: "C'mon, Moony, you know all the charms by heart. Show those fools what you're made of!" He threw a rude hand gesture to the students cloaked in black robes with silver and green scarves. A brown eyed boy of about the same age, with bushy, unkempt hair and glasses yelled "Yeah, Remus, go for it!"
The receptor of all this support closed his book and put it in his sack. "Alright, Madam Ayckby, I'll try." And with that he took the steps onto the platform.
"Professor Vikkard, let me go!" cried a greasy haired Slytherin. He was dressed all in black and was as white as a unicorns hide.
"No, Severus, I think I want to see how Ms. Soler can do. Ms. Soler? Come up please."
Severus slowly lowered his arm and scowled at the professor's decision.
A younger version of Rosina smiled a confident smile and graciously stepped up onto the stage. She stood in front of her Professor, and looked across to her opponent. He stood there holding up his wand waiting patiently for what was to come.
Slowly, she took out her dark wand. It was a 15-inch ebony wand. It was strikingly beautiful with its dark color. It had the family crescent, a shield with an S and the horns of a bull on it, branded in silver on the handle. Ebony is unquestionably accepted as the most powerful wood when it comes to magic. The user of this wand will have limitless power as well as unprecedented protectional qualities. At least that's what she remembered her father exclaiming when he handed it to her the day she found she was to start her schooling at Hogwarts. She was proud of her family heirloom. But no matter how powerful the essence of Phoenix Talon in her wand was, she had to learn how to use her wand correctly before utilizing its power.
"Now then, take your positions." The order came from the Gryffindor side.
Remus gave a little bow, brushed aside the stray hairs from his face, and turned to his side. His left arm was placed on his hip and his wand pointed to Rosina.
Acknowledging his bow, she lowered her head about a centimeter or so. Turning to the side, she lifted her arm above her head and stretched her other arm in front of her with an open palm. Her body curved forward. She was ready.
"At the count of three..."
"One..."
His fingers curled around his wand...
"Two..."
Her tongue ran across her lips as she prepared herself....
"THREE!"
"Expelliarmus!" they said in unison.
She felt such a pressure upon her torso as she was lifted off her feet and backwards. She landed hard on her back. She rose to her feet and wiped the mass of curls out of her face to see what happened.
The impact of her charm on his body was more powerful. He was thrown farther than her, and had the wind knocked out of him. The limp body across the Great Hall came to and stood up slowly. Short, broken breaths came out of his mouth.
"Are you alright?" the Gryffindor dueling instructor, Madam Ayckby was at Remus' side and was patting him on the back.
In broken words he answered; "Yes-I'm-fine."
"Since both houses seemed to have reacted at the same moment, I think both should receive fifty points."
"I agree, fifty points to Gryffindor and Slytherin!" said Madam Ayckby.
Cheers erupted from both houses.
"Now, let's have both opponents come together and shake hands as a sign of courtesy and respect."
Neither of them seemed to want to move. But Rosina looked to up see that the beaten Remus was walking towards her with a slight limp. She took a few steps and was face to face with Remus. His hand was lifted up. She took it.
Amidst the roaring cheers, she felt a strange feeling. Perhaps, all girls feel a twinge of electricity at the first touch of someone else, but it was odd just the same.
His face was sweaty and as they shook hands, she took a close look him. His face was soft and kind, but also weary. He had long chestnut hair that stopped at his jaw. At a close glance, she could see small scars here and there across his face.
But his eyes, they were hazel ... and enigmatic... his eyes seemed to hold a powerful secret....