That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 2, Chapter 17- Duelling Club

At around eight o'clock that night, the entire Slytherin house myself included made our way to the great hall for the duelling club meeting.

"Looks like the entire school's here," Walter says to me when we get into the hall. All the benches and tables have been moved to the side besides two long ones that have been set up in the centre of the room with a small set of stairs on either end.

"Hi guys, how are you?" I say as Walter and I approach the twins and Lee. Emma has opted to stay with Adrien during the meeting, they've been inseparable ever since they got back together.

"Pretty fantastic honestly, I can't wait to watch Lockhart get absolutely destroyed by McGonagall." Fred jokes.

George mumbles a "hey love." And pecks my cheek.

"Gather around! Gather around! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me? Excellent!" Lockhart says walking up onto the tables he's organized.

"No fucking way." Lee whispers.

"Bloody hell," I say. Snape walks up onto the tables following Lockhart.

"This is so much better than McGonagall," Fred exclaims.

We all watch with wide eyes and huge smiles on our faces. "Now! Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourself as I myself has done on countless occasions."

"Yeah, that's likely." George mummers causing us and the surrounding students to laugh slightly.

"For full details, see my published works!" Lockhart continues ignoring the snickering coming from a few less than interested students. "Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape!" The entire room breaks into very loud cheers and clapping. Snape looks very annoyed and very uncomfortable with the whole situation. "He tells me that he knows a tiny little bit about duelling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin."

"tiny little bit about duelling" Fred mimics.

"Snape's going to flatten him," I say, looking at Snape's very angry looking face.

"Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry- you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him never fear!"

Snapes lip curls which only makes me laugh. "If only I had a camera right now," Walter says nudging Lee in the side.

We watch in awe as Lockhart and Snape move to opposite sides of the makeshift stage and face each other. Lockhart bows, tossing his plum-coloured robes behind him very dramatically. Snape on the other hand just juts his head forward very stiffly. They each raise their wands out in front of themselves.

Fred can't contain his excitement, his smile is spread ear to ear as he turns his head from Snape to Lockhart waiting for the first move.

"As you can see, we are holding our wands at the acceptable combative position. On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill of course." Lockhart says to the patiently waiting crowd.

"That's likely," George whispers.

"One- two- three!" Lockhart shouts. George, Fred, and some of the other students cheer loudly.

The two teachers raise their wands up over their shoulders. "Expelliarmus!" Snape cries a flash of red light dances from his wand and Lockhart was practically thrown halfway down the table, landing with a loud thud. The entire room breaks into applause besides a few witches who are clearly worried for Lockhart's wellbeing.