“Petrificus W-WIMB- NOWAIT SHI-. FUCK.”
Julius honestly thought it would’ve been a cinch, it would just go like almost any other duels, but here he was, body rigid from Shea’s spell and truth to be told, he absolutely dumbfounded.
But Julius was not one to make excuses, the Slytherin student came out on top, he didn’t, it was as simple as that. When he was beginning to feel his arms again, he sat up slowly, shook himself off with a grunt and took Shea’s hand gratefully,
“Shit, now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” he let out a small laugh, noticing that his legs were still shaking slightly as he began dusting himself off, “Haven’t had my ass knocked down like that in a long time.”
He offered Shea a playful grin, ”Now where’d you learn to duel like that?”
“Hah, learn?” She blinked, suddenly aware again that the Gryffindor was, as she was now staring up at him. The temptation to turn and run again to keep herself from saying something she may regret was growing. But memories of when she did that were returning, imagining the bucket of dead rabbits - HOW EMBARRASSING! No, she would give him a grin and shrug, “Not sure, actually! I just didn’t want to lose and knew that if I wanted to beat you, I had to be fast. I guess my wand agreed with me, too. The spell came out faster than the words from my mouth.”
With a nod, it seemed that was all to the conversation, but those rabbits were nagging her brain with their wide, dead eyes - telling her their shame for being so shy. No, you things were eaten, so just shut up and let her go on. Clearing her throat, she straightened herself and stuck her hand out again, this time to offer him a friendly handshake, “By the way, sorry for running off that last time we talked. I was in a bit of a hurry. My name’s Shae McFarlane!”
Sure they knew one another’s names and he had a little more notoriety than she ever would. Who needed lots of people knowing about her when she just needed the important people to know her? Nope! This was good enough. When their handshake would end, she pushed the waist of her cloak back with a small flourish only so she could put her hands at her hips, “While on the subject of duels! What’s your secret anyway? Just an uncanny talent from someone who seems naturally-born to be a spirited fighter?”
That could probably be taken as a jest from anyone else from Slytherin, she realized, more than likely something said out of spite from that Heath fellow. She kept her warm smile, though, knowing full well that she meant what she said and didn’t think she could make fun of this fellow even if she tried.
Waiting her answer, she seemed to think of the weirdest things, and began to think of what her cat would think of this guy…