Duel Time- Remus Lupin
“WELCOME TO THE DUELER DUNGEON,” A voice boomed in the room. “NOW, PLEASE WELCOME ‘THE INCREDIBLE IMPS’ ONTO THE SAND.”
“Well,” Sirius started, “They don’t look like much.”
The ‘Imps’ had red pants and orange shirts on. They looked like tacky apples mixed with oranges. Their masks were a masculine red with orange outline.
“Eh,” I said, “Looks can be deceiving.”
The announcer continued, “THEY WILL BE DUELING AGAINST ‘THE DARK DEMENTORS’, A GROUP THAT WISHES TO CHALENGE OUR REINING CHAMPIONS.”
The ‘Dementors’ had all black robes on with hoods. You couldn’t see their faces because of the hoods. I’m sure they have masks on; their hoods could come down or something.
“ARE YOU READY TO DUEL!?” the voice was met with loud cheering and some screaming. “FIGHTERS, TAKE YOUR POSITIONS.”
The groups stood on either side of a blood red line that had just appeared in the middle of the arena.
“WANDS OUT, IN TEN,” the crowd started counting down. To my right, Sirius even joined in. He sure is excited.
“10…..9….8…7...6…5….4…..3….2” The crowd boomed. “ONE!”
As quick as lightening, the six different duelers ran. They either hid behind something, or went toward the other team, wand ready.
One of the ‘Imps’ tried to disarm a ‘Dementor’, but the latter deflected to spell with a simple flick of his wand.
The spells and hexes were coming from every angle, no one was down yet, but the ‘Dementors’ seemed as though they are wining.
“Oh, one of those ‘Imps’ are going to get it,” James muttered, “That one is—“
“Oooh,” Sirius frowned as one of the ‘Imps’ was stunned. The poor boy was unconscious; the hex hit him so powerfully.
“I can’t wait to see this group challenge the reining champs. Now that’ll be interesting,” I commented, sitting up in my seat.
“Defiantly, oh, there went another one,” James said as the second to last ‘Imp’ was bound and stunned.
The last ‘Imp’ was now trying to stun a ‘Dementor’ from behind the tree. As the opposing player got closer to the tree, the ‘Imp’ started stepping back. He has obviously forgotten about the pond.
Right when the ‘Dementor’ started to run around the tree, the ‘Imp’ slipped and fell into the pond. The other two ‘Dementors’ looked as though they were laughing as their teammate stunned the ‘Imp’, ending the duel.
“That was bloody depressing,” Sirius said, snickering. “That little kid got himself out.”
I smiled, “I’m sure the matches will get better with time.”
“They had better,” James replied.
The different duels went on for about an hour and a half. The ‘Dementors’ played against the Fast Fireballs next, a group of girls in yellow. They ‘Dementors’ won every duel they participated in and seemed to get better every time. All the duels went in different directions; some took fifteen minutes, others thirty.
The ‘Dementors’ never had to use the ‘Muggle Way’ of fighting, only simple stunners or shield charms. They were apparently famous for their blasting curse and repeatedly used them to make the tree and wall explode. After all duels, a group of people came onto the sand and fixed up the area.
“WELL THIS SURE HAS BEEN AN INTERESTING DAY OF DUELING, “the announcer’s voice boomed once again as the crew finished cleaning the arena. “IT SEEMS AS THOUGH OUR OWN DARK DEMENTORS HAVE EARNED THE RIGHT TO CHALENGE THE CHAMPS, ‘THE PHANTOM PHEONIXES’.”
The crowd screamed as the Phantom Phoenixes were mentioned.
“I wonder who they are,” James mused as the ‘Dementors’ came out to formally challenge the Phoenixes.
“Well, we’ll soon find out, won’t we,” I responded.
“No, it looks like there is going to be a forty-five minute break before the ending match,” Sirius, who had stood and sat by the see-through wall said, “So it’s fair to the ‘Dementors’.”
“Oh, well, we should probably find my dad,” James stood from his place in a chair.
“Yeah, lets—“I was cut off as the door was opened by Mr. Potter.
“Hello, boys, how are you liking the match?” he asked us.
“It’s neat,” I said.
“Awesomely awesome,” Sirius stood from his place on the floor.
“Well, the best part hasn’t even happened yet,” Mr. Potter smiled. “Just wait until the Phoenixes come out.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Thank you for inviting me, sir.”
“Oh, it’s nothing, Remus,” Mr. Potter walked over to our table and grabbed water. “You add to the fun.”
I thought I heard Sirius try to subtly cover a snort with a cough.
“So, Dad,” James started, “What are we supposed to do for this break?”
“Trust me, it’ll go by fast,” Mr. Potter chuckled. “I remember one of my duels; my friends and I spent the whole break sitting completely still just thinking about different strategies and spells.”
“Wow, so there’s a lot of pressure?” I asked, curious.
“Yeah, like those first boys that went up, the ‘Imps’ I believe, they must have been first timers. You can tell if the first thing they do is turn their backs on the opponent,” he said.
“How much longer?” he moaned.
Mr. Potter smiled, “Still thirty minutes, why don’t you three get out of this box and look around. Remember to put on your face covers, though.”
We put our masks back on and went out the door.
“So,” Sirius started, “Where do you want to go?”
“Let’s just follow this stream of people,” James suggested.
We followed a mob of people toward a room almost as big as the entrance. Running the length of the walls were tables, selling food, tickets of some sort, and a betting booth. Walking over to the betting booth, we looked to see that most were going with the Phantom Phoenixes.
“Those Phoenixes must be pretty good,” James whispered.
A girl that had heard turned to James and said, “Are you kidding me? The Phoenixes are better than the Seething Snargaluffs!”
After the girl went away, Sirius and I looked to James. His mouth was dangling open, an expression of shock.
“That was interesting,” James said, closing his mouth.
“Yeah, that girl was—“Sirius got cut off by a voice.
“FINAL MATCH WILL BE STARTING IN FIVE MINUTES,” it boomed.
We looked at each other and ran toward the ‘Werewolf’ box. I still can’t believe the box is named that, talk about irony!
The hallways were less crowded, but I could hear people following them to their own seats. Once to the box, I took off my mask and sat, ready for the final duel. Sirius took his place in front of the clear wall and James sat in the chair next to mine.
“PLEASE JOIN ME IN WELCOMING THE DARK DEMENTORS ONTO THE SAND, ONCE AGAIN!” the announcer said.
“Here we go,” Sirius said, excitedly.
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