It's time to d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-duel!

[waitforsuperman]

Who: Alfred and Ivan
When:  October 15th, midnight
Where: The Room of Requirements
What: A five year long rivalry has finally come to a head. Alfred F. Jones, Gryffindor's golden boy, versus his arch nemesis Ivan Braginky, one of Slytherin's most Machiavellian students. Who will come out on top? literally

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[das_vedanya]

The Slytherin prefect waved his hand at the charging patronus to dispel it. The bird gave a mighty screech and dissolved into the darkness

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred rolled his eyes, tossing his wand up and down, watching Ivan climb up onto the platform. His feet unconsciously moved him into a more ready position, his eyes flicking from the wand to the lilac gaze and icy smile. "Yeah, deduct points like a big scary prefect." he shrugged, "It would just prove you're a coward anyway. And I know you won't. I know you wanna fight me just as bad as I wanna fight you so let's just cut to it."

In the split-second it took for his wand to complete a rotation and fall back into Alfred's hand, the smile was gone from his face. The wand whipped through the air, the tip brandishing a dark red- almost black light, the magic's edges fringed with the gold of the torches. "Confringo!"

[das_vedanya]

He arched a fine silver eyebrow, muttering something about the dignity of a Gryffindor to sacrifice custom - bowing to your opponent - for the sake of his own foolish pride. His hand moved in an upward curve - "Protego!" - and a thicket of pale blue light curved in a crescent around him, the fury from Jone's wand colliding with the impenetrable shape, and firing at every which direction - but Ivan - into the walls around them.

"Incarcerous! a different curvature of his arm brought several snakelike objects sprouting from his wand: brown, beige - ropes snaking through the air toward the Gryffindor prat's limbs.

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred stared at the ropes, grumbling and quickly cast the fire charm numerous times, watching the ropes burn up in seconds. One managed to escape his flames, curling up around his thighs and knees, squeezing slightly, almost causing him to topple, but he fought to stay standing, teeth grit.

His wrist snapped, wand aiming for Ivan's ankles. "Levicorpus!"