Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry discussion

Emma walked into the deserted trophy room, waiting for Isadore to arrive.

Isadore strode in, her wand held tightly in her hand. "Okay. How will we do this? Filch might catch us if we're too loud. We must take extra precautions."

"Agreed," Emma said. With a flourish of her wand, the locks on the doors snapped shut with a click. "First, we bow," Emma said, approaching her opponent and inclining her head slightly.

"Well of course." Isadore rolled up the sleeves of her robe and bowed, wand at the ready. "But wait. Haven't we forgotten something?" Isadore turned to the already-locked doors and muttered under her breath, "Muffliato." A soft buzzing covered the doors. "Now Filch won't hear us."

"Excellent," Emma said, turning and taking several steps away from Isadore before facing her once more. "On the count of three. One. Two. Three."

"Petrificus Totalus!" Cried Isadore. Invisible strands shot out from her wand and flew towards Emma.

"Protego!" Emma shouted, deflecting the spell. "Confundo," she returned a spell in Isadore's direction.

Isadore did a perfect backward arch and the spell flew neatly over her. Isadore sprang up and cried, "Expelliarmus!"

Emma's wand went flying out of her hand. She quickly dove for it and scrambled back to her feet. "Stupefy!" she said, flicking her wrist and sending a jet of red light at Isadore.

Isadore ducked, but there was nothing to duck for. She looked around, wide-eyed in bewilderment. After a second she realized the mistake.
"Weren't you taught that 'stupefy' is spelt and pronounced with an 'e'?" Isadore laughed. "Don't you remember Flitwick always telling us that pronunciation is important in casting spells?" She laughed again. "Avis!" A clutter of a thousand tiny birds shot towards Emma.

"Reducto," Emma said, causing the birds to disintegrate into a cloud of feathers which floated to the ground. "Wingardium Leviosa," she said, causing a table to fly toward Isadore.

"Protego!" shouted Isadore, deflecting the spell. The table flew back towards Emma.

"Expulso," Emma flourished her wand, causing the table to explode into dust. "Petrificus Totalus!"

Isadore ducked and the spell flew over her. She jumped up again and waved her wand. "Orchideous!"
Immediately, flowers sprang up from the ground of the trophy room and started growing up Emma's shoe.

"Immobilus," Emma said, and the flowers stopped growing. She pulled her foot from their grasp. "Conjunctivitis" she said, pointing her wand at Isadore.

"Protego." Said Isadore with a casual flick of her wand. "Aguamenti." A steady stream of water flowed from the tip of her wand and collected in an expanding pool at Emma's feet.

Emma sidestepped the steady stream of water and said, "Densaugeo," causing a jet of yellow light to fly toward Isadore.

Isadore snapped, "If my teeth get any bigger, I'll bite you. Reducto!" The row of trophies behind Emma exploded into a million fragments.

"Deprimo," Emma said, causing the fragments to reverse direction and fly at Isadore.

"Protego duo!" cried Isadore, waving her wand in a circle at the pieces. The pieces zoomed toward Emma, crashed into the wall next to her head, and became dust.
"Incendio!" Flames flickered from the tip of Isadore's wand and traveled in a long fiery line to form a cocoon of glowing hot embers around Emma.
"Haha! You're trapped. You can't even move!" Said Isadore gleefully.

"Aguamenti!" Emma shouted, causing water to shoot out of her wand and douse the flames before streaming toward Isadore.

"Immobulus!" Said Isadore with her wand at the jet of water. It froze into a huge chunk of ice and crashed to the ground, splattering the floor. "Efflio!" Said Isadore again. A strong gale whipped up around her and burst into a huge storm, blowing away the trophies and pushing against Emma.

"Evanesco," Emma said, and the storm vanished. "Furnunculus," she shouted, sending a jet of orange light at Isadore.

Isadore jumped over Emma's jet of light. "Haha, I'm so flexible! Rictasempra!" The spell hit Emma and started to tickle her.

"Lucio," Emma said, causing the tickling sensation to stop. "Langlock," she shouted, her curse hitting Isadore.

"Ng uh ee ung ung?!!" Screamed Isadore with her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.
"Flagrate." Isadore thought. The non-verbal spell lit the tip of her wand.
Isadore slashed at Emma and managed the sear her Hogwarts robe.

Emma sidestepped her blows and shouted "Protego!" causing Isadore to take several steps back.

"Sonorus!" whispered Isadore. At once, her whisper became a boom. "La la la la la la la la la la la la la..." Boomed Isadore's voice, flooding the room, making it Emma's turn to take several steps back. "Haha! Gotcha!"

"Muffliato," Emma said, immediately dulling her voice. "Sectumsempra," Emma called.

"Don't you dare use that against me!" Isadore taunted. "It'll just make you vomit slugs. Slugulus Eructo!"
Emma doubled over and began to vomit slugs all over the polished Trophy Room floor.
"Ewww..."

Emma coughed the counter curse and stood up. "Nice try," she said, shouting the incantation for the jelly-legs jinx and laughing when Isadore tried to free her legs.

Isadore flailed around wildly while her legs wobbled. "P-Petrificus totalus!" She pointed her wand at Emma and peals of giggles erupted as Emma had froze and fallen flat on her face. "I'll just wait for my legs to sort themselves out, while you wait to unfreeze and move, eh?"

Eventually, the spell wore off and Emma climbed to her feet. Pointing her wand at Isadore, she muttered, "Reducto." A glass trophy directly behind Isadore shattered, sending shards of glass flying. Emma threw herself behind a display case to avoid being pierced by the shards.

A sliver of glass cut Isadore's nose. "Ouch!" She cried. Then she pointed her wand at her own face and said, "Episkey." Her nose mended. Then she repaired the display case with a wave of her wand. "Reparo." Isadore jumped up high and shouted, "Flipendo!" Emma was knocked back onto the floor.

Quickly getting to her feet, Emma said, "Obscuro," she watched Isadore struggle blindly for a moment before shouting, "Amis." A collection of birds fluttered above her head. "Oppungo," she said, causing the birds to rush in Isadore's direction.

"Protego!" The birds shattered against her shield charm and shot away, twittering and fluttering madly. "Confringo!" Isadore pointed her wand at a bird directly above Emma's head. It burst into flames and Emma shrieked in pain as a few burning ashes dropped onto her scalp.

"Aquamenti," Emma shouted, sending a forceful jet of water at Isadore, which hit her in the face, dousing her robes and hair.

Isadore grinned. "I bit of water never hurt anyone, eh?" She waved her wand to do a hot air charm to cleverly dry her robes. "Mucus ad Nauseam!" Emma's nose began to drip something that looked horribly like snot.

"Stupefy," Emma retaliated, the spell jotting Isadore directly in the chest, causing her to be knocked back several feet, nearly slamming into a wall.

Just then, Mrs. Norris' paws appeared around the corner.
[I guess the duel is over. Emma, are you going to leave me here, stupefied?]

Emma silently walked over to Isadore and muttered the countercurse before pulling her out of the trophy room and into the first door she found, a broom closet. Emma could here Filch's approaching footsteps and waited with baited breath.

"Congratulations on winning, Emma. Hey, let's just kick Mrs. Norris. Just this time." Isadore whispered.

"Thanks," Emma said. "Fine, you can kick her and I'll stand watch."

Isadore aimed a good kick toward Mrs. Norris. Mrs. Norris meowed in shock and her fur stood up. Isadore tapped her wand on Emma's head and both of them felt something cold sliding down their backs. A second later they had taken on the exact appearance of the wall behind them. "Filch is coming," Isadore whispered.

Emma waited silently as he footsteps steadily approached.

Isadore waited with baited breath. Then "Petrificus Totalus!" Filch fell like a stiff board onto Mrs. Norris. "Run!" Isadore pushed Emma forward and they ran down the corridor. They reached the staircase, panting. "Hey congrats on winning the duel. Good night, go back to your common room before Peeves finds us." Isadore waved, turned right and disappeared down the stairs.

"And he knew, without knowing how he knew it, that the phoenix had gone, had left Hogwarts for good, just as Dumbledore had left the school, had left the world . . . had left Harry." ~Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince

You probably can't see this post anymore, but thank you, Emma, for all you have done for this group; you are a really good group leader and you help everyone who asks you for help. Hogwarts will miss you and thanks for our duel!

WE MISS YOU EMMA!!!!!!!

We miss you emma!

where is emma gone?