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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 20:57:46 GMT -5
A laugh escaped Destrane. It was cruel and cold. He stood and flicked his wand, hissing "Protego!" The spell slammed into the dummy as he looked over at his Professor. "Perhaps the castle has some things it can teach you as well," he teased, not trying to be mean at this point.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 21:01:53 GMT -5
Rielle glared at Des, feigning laughter. "Ohoh... Not amused in the slightest." he said, his face falling and his eyes narrowing. "Throw a few stunners at it, see if it'll send something your way." Even though his orders were given to his student, he flicked his wand and produced a stunner of his own, sending the red ball of sparks into the figurine, waiting for it to retaliate. When it didn't he grinned broadly.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 21:03:57 GMT -5
Destrane rolled his eyes. He suddenly twirled his wand and spat a few spells his father had taught him. Almost immediately, the fake person attacked back and he conjured a shield. His attention was soley focused on the figure now as seplls were exchanged. "Damn," he muttered, unhappily.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 21:34:40 GMT -5
Gabrielle watched curiously, taking mental notes with each spell the duelers cast. He then watched Destrane's footwork, making no comment, but mentally noting that it needed a bit of work. The duel went on for a good minute, and Gabe did nothing to stop it. After only a few seconds after the minute marker, the older wizard flicked a streak of blue at the dummy, the Expelliarmous disabling it for the time being. "Very good." he muttered, moving to stand next to his student. "You're not very quick with your feet, but your skill with a wand makes up for most of it."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 21:37:29 GMT -5
He nodded slowly, taking a swig of his alcohol-spiked drink. Destrane sighed and glanced at his teacher. "I never thought footwork was important, just stopping the other and blowing them up," his eyes glittered as he put a spin to his words. The boy, though needed work, had never lost a duel in his life, courtesy of being trained directly by the Dark Lord.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 21:45:27 GMT -5
He sighed. "One day, there is going to be someone who will dance around you," he began, moving back to the two chairs off to the side of the room. "and, no matter how good you are with your wand, you will lose." He gestured the younger boy take a seat next to him. "Someone with better reflexes can easily overtake someone with a broad knowledge of spells, so being the best at both will make you indefinable."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 21:47:16 GMT -5
Destrane sighed and sat beside him, offering him the drink once more. "I suppose so," he paused and grinned. "If I work on that, do you think I'll be able to doge my father's punishments?" He was just teasing. There was no way he'd be able to doge his way out of one of the Dark Lord's curses and they both knew it.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 21:55:29 GMT -5
Gabrielle could not help the sympathetic smile that formed on his lips. He remembered quite well how very painful the Dark Lord's curses were; tenfold any normal curse. He simply conjured a flask of fire whiskey and handed it to the younger boy. Normally, he would only allow what Destrane brought himself, but tonight ... He supposed he was feeling generous.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 21:57:37 GMT -5
The boy took the flask and tipped it, swallowing a small amount. It stung his throat and he shook his head, adjusting to it. "I suppose you will teach me, then? To move faster," his voice was light and care-free. Destrane eyed his mentor quietly.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 22:16:16 GMT -5
"As best I can." he replied. "Next week. I have night duties tonight, and would rather not get Severus' knickers in a twist." Gabrielle chuckled softly and pocketed the flask he conjured before vanishing the chair he stood from. "Come back and practice your defense skills, though. As well as your moving transformations."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 16:13:49 GMT -5
Destrane chuckled, nodding his head in agreement. The boy stood slowly and turned to face the Professor. A smirk touched his lips, "so..how many people here know that you are a Death Eater?" he flourished his wand, practicing a few spells while he waited for a reply.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 16:47:47 GMT -5
"Only those who need to." he replied sharply. "I, unlike you, do not flaunt my title or place in the world so openly." Gabe looked at his student sternly and sighed. There was nothing he could do to change the stubborn mind of a young, testosterone-filled man. "Be careful who you tell; that's all I have to say."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 16:50:25 GMT -5
He grinned at the man. "I don't flaunt it to anyone but...it's fun to watch the color drain from their faces," his voice was dark but playful as he sat on the floor, cross-legged. It was a favourite position of his and he could often be found sitting in it. "The only non-death eater here that knows is McGonagall and she can't tell the Ministry, the Dark Lord controls it."
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 17, 2007 17:00:06 GMT -5
Rielle simply chuckled and moved to sit opposite Destrane, mimicking his position. He had to admit, only mentally, that he did enjoy spending time with his pupil. Being mentor to the Dark Lord's son was ... quite the challenge. Not quite as challenging as being His daughter's lover. he thought, biting back a smirk. "I'm sure the old hag knew before you told her." he muttered. "The woman has a decent mind, I'll give her that."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 17, 2007 17:02:24 GMT -5
"Even still," he shrugged, frowning at the man. He muttered 'Legitamency," under his breath, flicking his wand at the professor. For some reason he had a feeling that something wasn't completely right. Destrane's expression was hard to read. He was very good at reading minds.
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