- В десяти шагах и превратить... -
WHO: Ivan, Ludwig, anyone in Ivan's duelling class, and anyone who cares/has the time to watch.
TONE: Relatively serious; it is a class, and there will be dangerous spells flying about.
RATING: PG to PG13
WHEN: September 27
WHERE: The Great Hall. On the tables, if your turn is up.
WHAT: Its what Ivan's class signed up for - they get to get up and fire spells at one another unabated until there is a winner. There's a mini nurse's ward right there in the corner, so holding back is unacceptable, and might even be punished - if the beating you take isn't enough already.
STATUS: Ongoing
Well, there it was. The time for class was rapidly approaching, and Ivan found himself pacing back and forth on one of the long tables of the Great Hall. He knew, realistically, that in a practical situation, there would be no such boundaries, but... they had to get the basics perfected before he would take them out on the grounds, or into a smaller room, or to any other such manner of places to practice.
So there he was, up on a table, boots clicking, coat swishing behind him as he paced back and forth across the smooth surface, waiting on the first hapless students to arrive so class might begin.
[Edit for clarity: I'd prefer it if the text was rather linear, so there's not twenty things going on at once, so keep the individual reply tags to a minimum, please? owo?]
TONE: Relatively serious; it is a class, and there will be dangerous spells flying about.
RATING: PG to PG13
WHEN: September 27
WHERE: The Great Hall. On the tables, if your turn is up.
WHAT: Its what Ivan's class signed up for - they get to get up and fire spells at one another unabated until there is a winner. There's a mini nurse's ward right there in the corner, so holding back is unacceptable, and might even be punished - if the beating you take isn't enough already.
STATUS: Ongoing
Well, there it was. The time for class was rapidly approaching, and Ivan found himself pacing back and forth on one of the long tables of the Great Hall. He knew, realistically, that in a practical situation, there would be no such boundaries, but... they had to get the basics perfected before he would take them out on the grounds, or into a smaller room, or to any other such manner of places to practice.
So there he was, up on a table, boots clicking, coat swishing behind him as he paced back and forth across the smooth surface, waiting on the first hapless students to arrive so class might begin.
[Edit for clarity: I'd prefer it if the text was rather linear, so there's not twenty things going on at once, so keep the individual reply tags to a minimum, please? owo?]