Eddie Carmichael (edasich) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-10-29 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !! duel(s), eddie carmichael, graham montague |
WHO: Graham Montague & Eddie Carmichael [ If you're a Knockturn regular, you're welcome to have witnessed it! ]
WHAT: A "friendly" duel
WHEN: Saturday evening, October 28
WHERE: Behind the White Wyvern, Knockturn Alley
WARNINGS: Knockturn dueling
The curve of the alley behind the White Wyvern was a tight, constrained place lined with crumbling brick and populated by more than a few undesirable creatures and, at times, undesirable people. Even in the middle of the day, its nooks and crannies were shrouded in shadow and bore an unmistakable chill. It was the perfect place not to be seen, even within Knockturn Alley. Eddie grew up there. He had home pitch advantage. "It's not too late to back out, Montague," he taunted, but there was a playfulness to his tone, his stature. This was all in good fun. (Except for the fifty galleons his father had riding on him, but Eddie neglected to mention that part.) (Graham wouldn't mention the fifty galleons the Malfoys had offered either.) Graham laughed, taking a moment to try and twirl his wand through his fingers and… largely failing. But at least he didn't drop it, which was a step up from the last time he attempted to do that. "I mean, if you want to forfeit, that's cool with me?" He smirked, cocking his head and looking over at Eddie. "I'm sure everyone will understand." “In your dreams, mate.” Inside, they’d set a few rules in place—nothing that could kill or permanently incapacitate, no simple boring disarming spells, that kind of thing—and their friendly duel gained a bit of an audience. Phineas from the Wyvern volunteered to judge the winner, and promptly started taking bets from the crowd. A typical Knockturn night. And with that, the duel began. Eddie, just out for a laugh (and fifty galleons), started with a Tarantallegra. Graham didn't even bother trying to pull up a shield charm, the spell hitting him and setting his feet dancing in a strange, tap dancing type number. "Furnunculus!" He countered with, flicking the jinx at Eddie before working on the counter-spell to stop his feet from dancing. Eddie laughed at the sight of the dancing spell's hit. Montague looked absurd. He dodged the Furnunculus, then decided to take advantage of his moment on top and cast a creeping icy spell at the cobblestones near his opponent's feet to make it slippery under Montague's twinkling toes. The counter-spell took longer to work than Graham liked, the ice sending him slipping and almost falling on his ass. He scowled and tried to find his feet, throwing the next jinx at Eddie wildly as he did. "Titillando!" This time, the laughter was forced as Eddie twisted from the effects of the jinx. He fought through it enough to manage a tongue-tying curse back, but the laughter dulled the effect straight off the wand. "Stop pussyfooting around and use some real spells!" roared a drunken spectator. The command was met with cheers from the growing crowd. “Oh yeah?” Graham took a moment to smirk at the crowd, dodging the curse sent his way. It’d been awhile since he’d been cheered, and he’d forgotten how much he enjoyed it. “Slugulus Eructo!” His wand flourish was a little more dramatic than it needed to be, Graham for the moment more interested in entertaining the crowd than concentrating on the duel. Eddie, meanwhile, played to the audience by conjuring a scowling rat. The spells collided, and soon slugs spilled out of the magical creature's mouth. "Ahh, gross," Eddie cackled in delight, letting his guard down just enough to let Graham's next spell through. The Bat-Bogey Hex Graham had fired off hit, which produced another smirk from him and flourish for the crowd. This was how it was supposed to go, with him kicking butt and taking names and being applauded for it. “Is that all you got?” Graham crowed at Eddie. The bats flapped off in every direction, and Eddie's face flushed at the jeers of the crowd. He closed his eyes tight as he cast a flashbang spell, a momentary distraction for both the crowd and Montague. One more bat forced its way out of his nose, and Eddie scowled. He threw a jix to make his opponent sprout feathers. Graham cursed at the sudden burst of light and sound, disoriented for a few moment as his head span. He stumbled back a couple of steps, and cursed again as feathers started to erupt. Aiming wildly, he threw a babbling curse at where he remembered Eddie standing, quickly followed by a sea urchin jinx. The babbling hex soared over Eddie's head. One of the few advantages of their seven inch height disparity was that there was just less of Eddie to hit. "Missed me!" he taunted, pointing up above his head just in time for the urchin jinx to hit his left arm, which broke out in spines. "Oh, sonuva..." He would need to buy time to fix his arm. He levitated a nearby rubbish bin above Montague's head and turned it over, dumping its contents onto the older boy before letting the bin fall onto him to trap him inside. Graham’s swearing echoed around inside the can, his heart suddenly racing as he struggled to catch his breath. He wrestled with the can for a few long moments before remembering he had a wand, vanishing the can before frantically trying to spot Eddie again. “Caput exspiravit!” His panic infused rage powered the curse more than his usual, the smokey green skull powering towards Eddie. And Eddie froze in fear as what looked very much like a Dark Mark bore down on him. He collected himself but a moment too late, and the skull bashed into him. He flew through the air. One thought repeated in his mind as consciousness slipped away. He fucked up. The crowd reaction to Graham’s win fell on deaf ears. He stared at Eddie for a few moments (surprised that he had actually knocked the younger boy out, to be honest), before moving suddenly, pushing past people so he could get somewhere safe. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere with a lot of space. |