23rd July, 1892 — Headquarters of the London Society for the Practice of Combative Magic
No one assigned to judge these things ever much wanted to take on the student duels, did they? Tomorrow's competition would see the adults, even some flashy professionals, taking part in proper duels, with elegance and flair and far fewer foolish errors, misfired spells, or unwanted mishaps.
Well, not Tybalt. He was very much here for the mishaps. So, it was with an encouraging grin that he reeled off the rules, eyeing both of the boys up on the platform. "Mr... Crabbe, you're up first!" he elected, waving him on.
Well, not Tybalt. He was very much here for the mishaps. So, it was with an encouraging grin that he reeled off the rules, eyeing both of the boys up on the platform. "Mr... Crabbe, you're up first!" he elected, waving him on.
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