Being the target of flying spells hadn't been on Kermit's list of goals for his first year. Of course it made sense he would be, but he could have waited. Would have loved to wait until he knew more than a single incantation with any sort of certainty. More importantly, he'd have liked to wait until he got a handle on his wand. A hand-me-down like his books, like his robes, but unlike them his wand seemed to have taken a distinct and personal dislike to Kermit Escher. Not once yet had he managed to cast a spell which did not backfire spectacularly in his face.
But he had to try. He was going to fail in his very first year, if he didn't get a hold of it.
"P-protego!" Kermit stammered as his opponent raised his wand, just praying his wand would decide to cooperate instead of chucking something else at him. Or exploding.
But he had to try. He was going to fail in his very first year, if he didn't get a hold of it.
"P-protego!" Kermit stammered as his opponent raised his wand, just praying his wand would decide to cooperate instead of chucking something else at him. Or exploding.
Skill Level: Unknown, but severely hampered by a wand directly opposed to his nature. Very few spells go well. Most go terribly.