- Dima, corridor -
A feeling of nervousness that came like a chill brought him to a sudden halt. Dima glanced back. It was as if a wave of hostility had just ran through the hall upon the entrance of one of the teachers.
Once he had turned the corner he stopped and leant back against it, trying to listen to whatever was going on.
'Wait,' he said quietly to Anna, who was completely disinterested.
'I'm going to the library,' she said and carried on walking. He wanted to argue, mainly because he was feeling so defensive, but he took a deep breath when he realised he was probably over reacting. Juliet had a way of always saying the wrong thing to get herself into trouble.
As Anna left carelessly down the hall, the sound of her footsteps distorted the last remark between Mikhail and the teacher, he now identified as Ivanov. As they departed, he realised that only one set of footsteps was coming towards him, and it was certainly the heavy, firm footsteps of a male.
Where was Juliet? He wondered. His mind was in conflict, even when he told himself that his distrust of men was probably what rattled him up more than anything. Stupefy, he thought. It was always good to have a back up plan in case something went wrong. So who was coming towards him?
Stupefy. Just a back up. He repeated it over and over in his head, wriggling his fingers in case he needed to use the spell. Just as a precaution. Stupefy.
Mikhail turned the corner. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Dima, and stared with a slight look of accusation.
'Where's Juliet?' Dima asked. Stupefy- just in case.
'I don't know.' He sounded like it barely mattered. Dima quickly grew adgitated. Stupefy.
'She was right there with you.' Stupefy! He flicked his hand, and his wrist, which sent a bolt of magic that shot past Mikhails ear. His mouth dropped. Mikhail shook his head slowly, his face quickly changing colour with anger. 'That was an accident.' Dima said, raising his arm. Mikhail drew his wand. 'Wait, wait, wait. I'm sure we can sort this out. Outside, maybe?'
'You twerp.'
'Man on man, fair fight, no teachers.'
'You say that after trying to get a fast one in.' Dima shrugged. There was no going back now, it almost seemed funny. He was also slightly proud of himself for not even having to mutter the spell, even if it was accidental. He also liked having an excuse to hit Mikhail.
'Outside.' He tried his best not to gesture in case the movement of his wands sent another accidental shot. Mikhail nodded, and held his wand aimed at Dima as they headed down the corridor and towards the nearest doors.
Once outside, Mikhail faced Dima with his wand ready. Dima jolted forward and punched him across the head. Within seconds they where scruffling and wrestling like normal high school boys. That was until someone shouted, and both of them flew back across the ground in opposite directions.
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