Post by [[ - padfoot on Feb 17, 2010 1:04:28 GMT -5
Professor Hancock
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]The hard bottoms of his shoes clacked against the stone floor of the duelling classroom. The stage was shining with a fresh coat of wax, the sunlight glinting on the surface. The various stars and moons shone a brighter shade of yellow then ever before.
His fingers trailed over the surface, leaving smeared fingerprints in the wax. It would be interesting, meeting his new students, revealing the hate they had among themselves. His was a class most students looked forward to, to release their pent up energies, their held in angers. It was the only place they were allowed to duel without getting in trouble with Snape.
Students tested their limits in his class, and the limits of their opponents. pitting wand strength and endurance against that of their paired partner, revealing the strength of their bodies and the thin pieces of wood they trusted their lives with. His own had been replaced several times, none as good as the first wand he had had. His current, an eleven inch willow, with a pheonix feather core hung limply at his side. It swung between his forefinger and his ring finger, sparks flicking from the end.
Students were slow getting to class anymore. It got worse as the years passed. They were way too busy flirting and macking on each other to worry about their marks, or how soon they got to their classes. Their boyfriends and girlfriends were too important to them, a more interesting subject then that of potions, or duelling. That usually changed, though, within the first few weeks of the kids coming to his class. They would discover it soon, within their own time.
They would discover how great his class was. The extent, the flexibilities, the injuries they could inflict upon each other with nary a look from anyone but himself.
