January 5th, 1890 — Headquarters of the London Society for the Practice of Combative Magic

The rulesreviewed and the formalities seen to, Nik announced, "Mrs. Delacour to attack first."

Andromeda Delacour Ewart Fraser
You have 72 hours to post, Lady!

  

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Andromeda smiled politely and curtseyed to Mr. Fraser. If memory served her correctly, his daughter was in her house at school! From what she'd been told, it appeared the family was a little bit eccentric, yet Idunn had proved to far to be a practical and solemn presence in the house.

The Ravenclaw Matron proceeded to wave her wand to cast a knockback jinx.

  

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Apparently this young woman was some kind of staff member up at the school. He bowed deeply to her, twirling his wand idly as he waited for the duel to begin. Mrs. Delacour went for something suitably straightforward, but Ewart could simply not be bothered about using a shield charm. Instead, he thought he might throw her spell off-course by enchanting the patch of floor beneath her feet to - with a sudden ripple - wobble riotously beneath her, bouncy and sticky all at once. Like a trampoline. Made of jelly.

Perhaps he'd have jelly for pudding tonight.

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Not-Rose's efforts proved fruitful. Nik gave her the point, and bid Mr. Fraser launch the next round.

DELACOUR 10 | FRASER 9
Ewart Fraser Andromeda Delacour
You have 72 hours to post, MJ!

  

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Ewart passed his opponent an approving nod as he dusted himself off the floor. His joints had not thanked him for his aversion to shield charms, then. But exercise was exercise, he supposed, even when it consisted of getting thrown about like a ragdoll! 

This time, Ewart cast a strange little charm that was supposed to send the victim into a trance-like sleep. It had worked well enough in the past, although one could not always account for the strange subjects of the dream flashes they might experience.

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Andromeda cast a shield charm.

  

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Once again, it was the matron who proved to have the upper hand. Rosaline would have been impressed, the wizard thought.

"Congratulations to Mrs. Delacour," he announced.

FRASER 8 | DELACOUR 9

  

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— set by soph! —