SHOW ME THE...PROOF. YEAH, THE PROOF.
Name(s): Naruto, Zuko, anyone who is NOT a Prefect or staff who thinks they have a good reason to be there.
Location: Out on the grounds -- somewhere.
Day: 15
Time: At dusk, after lightsout.
Rating: R-13. R, because of the inevitable swearing.
Naruto shifted on his feet, having contacted Zuko. He'd heard of the guy, when he was on the teams at the Ministry -- the youngest worker ever at his father's Department, maybe the most talented -- maybe not. And he was going up against him! He bounced on the balls of his feet, his wand ready and loose-gripped in his hand. Oh yeah it was going to be good.
Naruto cast the Wards again, making sure that the dome was opaque and somewhat soundproof so that the teachers wouldn't come looking for them. He didn't need Sakura-chan to bust him again, thank you very much. And the fireballs, from what he'd heard from other people, were really, really bright. Oh, he was looking forward to this. Did he say he was looking forward to this?
Okay, okay -- what to do when he was waiting, what to do...he ran over the spells he'd quickly rememorized in his mind, trying to remember which he could perform nonverbally. He was going to show Zuko that he wasn't the only good worker in the school! He was going to show Zuko that...
Pacing, he tripped. As he banged his head on the ground, he bounced back to his feet, waiting, waiting, waiting...Oh yeah, he was looking forward to this -- there was a little fire in his chest that said so. Oh, and a huge grin. Can't forget that --