 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Woah!
Oliver thought his spell had missed but it had obviously skimmed the wee Huffie as she ducked out of it's way. Was this duel really going to be this easy? With a cocky grin, he aimed his wand at the laughing wreck on the ground and took a couple of paces towards her.
But...
Oh crap.
That little shifty witch!
A spell was heading his way and because he had been on the offensive he didn't have time to block it. Luckily her position on the ground prevented it from hitting him square in the face. The red light instead, hit his wand hand which immediately erupted into angry, puss filled BOILS! Urrrrh! That was rather cunning for one from the Rodent House. Though Oliver had already established that she was rather the little Slytherpuff so he shouldn't be so surprised.
Not sure of a counter curse, Oliver ignored the disgusting spots on his hand – thank Merlin it hadn't been anything worse. The smirk was gone from his face as he narrowed his green eyes on Miranda, his wand trained on her small figure. “Langlock!” He spat. “Incarcerous!”
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