Who: James and Dorian.
What: A duel!
When: After this.
Where: The Slytherin Common Room.
Rating: PG-13ish
Status: Incomplete


James was on his feet and gripping his wand as soon as he was done writing. He was seeing red and all he could think about was hexing Dorian fucking Nott into oblivion. He had no business talking to Tuck like that, no matter who "started it". At least that's what he thought. This probably had very little to do with Tuck. He was getting sick and still had hours of homework left to do today and was pretty pissed and frustrated with life. The only good that had happened this week was that he'd finally gotten a full night's sleep for the first time in two weeks. Thank Merlin for that, or else he probably wouldn't have the energy to do what he had in mind. But even sleeping hadn't put him in much of a good mood. He wasn't nearly as exhausted, and his mind was actually pretty clear. He was able to really think, but all he had been able to think about was how much he hated being back at school, under the thumb of Neville Longbottom. He had no right...

So James was in fact, looking for a fight. He needed some way to release all his anger and frustration with the past two weeks and Dorian had made himself a prime target. He tore open his dormitory door, his wand shooting white sparks just from the pure anger coursing through it's holder's body. He took quick strides down the hallway to the common room and his eyes fell on the face of the older Slytherin. He didn't wait. He couldn't wait. With a quick swish of his wand, James practically growled "Expulso!" and aimed the hex at Dorian. He was out for blood.