Who: Michael Corner and Terry Boot. What: Michael practices some dueling; Terry and he talk about Lisa. When: Saturday November 12, 1997 (BACKDATE); Mid-Afternoon. Where: The Lawn. Status: Continuing. Rating: PG-13.
"Agnius!"
A flamethrower-like lick of flame poured like a spray of liquid from Michael Corner's wand, and then cut dramatically short. Michael's footing shifted and he slowly lowered his wand. "Right then!" He cracked, exposing his surprise at the power and volatility of that particular spell. "I think I know why the Ministry labels that one as a hazardous spell." Tilting his head with a lip bite, Michael slipped his wand into a belt loop and sighed.
After a moment he smoothed his hands down his face and rubbed vigorously. He turned back and moved up the hill. The windy whipped up, pulling at the navy blue fabric of his hoodie but leaving the shifter material of his jeans unwavered. His hair blew about, but he didn't seem to pay it any mind.
He looked down at Terry and gave him a smirk, his look lingering for a minute. "You look pretty pleased with yourself. Comfortable?" Michael asked with an eyebrow raise. Biting his lip, he raised his wand and turned sideways to Terry. He made an elaborate, fencing--like riposte with his wand but said no spell. He was practicing the complex wand movements of a particular spell.