Chapter 11 – Dark Arts (2)
It turned out I was much better at dueling than in potion concoctions. Pairing up with Quincy and practicing the spell, she never managed to make my wand tremble between my fingers. Unlike hers, which was constantly flying off in different directions, and every time she came back with it, she was more and more pouty, her head going scarlet. I realized I may have gone too far when I saw tears appearing at the corner of her eyes, lowering my wand and opening my mouth, but then she shouted, 'Expelliarmus,' and made me drop it.
"Hmph!" She snorted while I looked at her, amazed, forming a wide grin.
"Nice." I nodded, not even angry. That was quick and sharp. It was my fault for lowering my defenses. She capitalized on it perfectly.
"Sure..." She mumbled grumpily, still looking hurt.
"Nobody would argue about a sneak attack, especially not if it brings you victory," I answered, looking around, watching the others attack each other while our teacher was fiddling with his hair in front of a mirror at one of the corners of the classroom.
"You are a bully."
"Am I?"
"Yes!" She answered resolutely, stomping in place, looking at me, "You were enjoying sending me after my wand!"
"Yeah."
"...!"
"Dueling is fun, and it seems I am good at it!" I continued, raising an eyebrow at her. "Why is that bullying? You are better at potions, it would seem, and I am not as good at it as you. Is that bullying?"