(1937-10-16) NMitH 1937 Round 2 - Christmas Vs. Maeve
Details for NMitH 1937 Round 2 - Christmas Vs. Maeve
Summary: Maeve has her second duel in the tournament, and, unlike the first round, this one goes completely as expected…
Date: 16 October, 1937
Location: Great Hall
Related: Plot: No Magic In the Halls - 1937; particularly NMitH - Tournament Round 1 - Maeve vs Est.

Mabel smiles, looking over to Maeve, saying, at her look, "Oh, it'll be about that time, then, will it?"

Maeve nods, and takes a breath. "Aye…an' here's Weaver now." She smiles nervously at her fellow Gryffindor turned opponent. "Do ye want t' go to th' Great Hall or th' Club Room?"

Gabrielle will look at the ground a little nervously, "Good luck you two." And will turn an start walk quickly back to the castle.

Christmas smiles and bows his head to Mabel before looking at Maeve, "Ladies choice. You lead the way and I will follow." Chris folds his hands behind his back and waits for the girl to decide. He gives Gabby a smile and then a slight frown as she retreats but chooses to remain silent.

Mabel smiles, and says, "Well, then, whichever Maeve would like, then," she smiles, coming up, "And good evening, Weaver."

Maeve shrugs, and starts to make her way towards the castle. "Great Hall, then." She blushes, and leads the way.

Great Hall Hogwarts Castle

Braziers that hang by chains from the beaks of griffin gargoyles that line the walls where they meet the high vaulted enchanted ceiling offer warm illuminating blazes. Four long tables are evenly spaced with the heads of the table at the north and south of the room. Each table has a cloth runner down the center and a plush rug underneath of the different House colors indicating to which house the table belongs.

The most westerly table is the Slytherin table. Beside them is the Ravenclaw table. The Gryffindor table is then between the Ravenclaw table to the west and the Hufflepuff table which is the most easterly table. One other table along the northern wall up on a dais for the Professors to sit at and look over all four of the other tables. Also on the dais is one lectern gilded in gold with an owl spreading it's wings at the top of the lectern. Candles line the tops of the owl's wings to illuminate anyone speaking at the lectern. A stool like protrusion comes out of the lectern as well as that's where the first years sit when they are sorted.

There are three sets of doors in the Great Hall. The main exit and entrance that leads to the Entry Hall is a large set of double wooden doors carved with vines and flanked by high stone pedestals each set with a small brazier above the stony 'H' carved in the pedestal. On the eastern wall is a much smaller door just next to the dais that's attached to the antechamber the first years come up from the lake through. Lastly one other door is set into the northwest corner behind the High Table.

As always high above within the obscured stone and wood cathedral like buttresses and crockets the outside weather is reflected in an illusion with all the sound and visuals of the weather, just without the actual effects of it.

Maeve leads the way in from the entry hall. Her harp is slung over one shoulder, and she's got a nervous expression on her face.

Christmas asks as he follows Maeve, "Do we know who is going run it? I am curious to know?" As he cracks his neck and takes out his wand twirling overing his fingers.

Maeve shrugs, as she takes a breath. "I've nae idea, Ch…er, Weaver. All I know is tha' th' Ministry was supposed t' send someone t'night."

Christmas nods and says, "Well…" He extends his hands to Maeve, "Good luck. I hope we do well and no one gets hurt…to bad." He smirks softly.

Today's ministry worker is a clumsy sort of bloke, who is a rather rotund fellow that stands at 5'3" at best his long grayish high blends in with his long grayish beard so that you don't know where his head hair starts and where his facial hair ends. Adjusting his specs, he bumbles into the Great Hall anxiously looking around among the students before stepping up to the dueling platform sidelines. "Will the two students scheduled to duel please take their places at either side of the stage so that we may begin," he says in a fairly week and push-overy tone.

Maeve smiles, trying to keep the nerves out of her expression, unsuccessfully, as she takes Christmas' hand, and shakes it. "Aye. Good luck t' ye." She then climbs up to one end of the strip, and takes out her wand, handing it to the official, for him to inspect.

Christmas looks down at his hand and shakes it, he follows her to the offical. He extends his own wand out for the man to inspect his 15 " English Oak wand and waits for the ok to go to his position after the inspection.

The bulbous official checks both wands closely. Even with his round specs he has to squint. "Excellent excellent. Looks good," he says and hands both wands back. "Right, take you positions, and bow to your opponent." The official twiddles his finger idly as they do so and once they have, he announces, "Ready…set…duel!"

Mabel has taken a place nearby to spectate, being as reassuring as she can, "Steady on, Maeve, just concentrate on what you've learned!"

Ria has slipped in through the Great Hall doors quietly. She leans against a side wall as she watches on at the duel. And spotting Mabel, she'll give the girl a brief nod in acknowledgment..

Christmas nods slowly and says to Maeve, "Good luck." When he is given the signal to go, Chris moves with speed and says firmly with a flick of his wrist, "Flipendo!" The end of his wand giving a flash!

Maeve takes a breath, and immediately casts. "Protego!" She gets the spell off, but, unfortunately, the Flipendo crashes through it, hitting the first year square in the midriff, and ends up flying straight off the end of the strip..

Mabel whips out her own wand as Maeve is sent flying, and calls out an "Arresto Momentum!" before she can end up flying too far, this having been a rather expected result.

Gabrielle will just hold her breath, having snuck in. and is hiding from Ria.
Christmas blinks at the results of his spell and takes a second step into the duel and says in a commanding voice, "Arresto Momentum!" holding his wand firming in front of him!

Maeve doesn't land hard, as both Christmas and Mabel try to catch her. As whoever ended up catching her does so, the tiny girl is pale, the wind knocked out of her.

"Oh! Oh my!" The round official pushes his specs up nervously and holds a hand out in Christmas' direction. "Match goes to hum…this Gryffindor boy here," he says nervously following it up with mumbles directed to himself, "Mmm yes, indeed." And with his short legs he waddle over to where Maeve was caught. "Oh, are you alright dearest? Are you alright?" he asks nervously. This is why he's against this whole tournament! "Set her down easily!" he instructs Christmas. And once done, he'll continue to check on her to see if she needs to go to the infirmary.

Christmas lowers his wand and allows the offical to do his thing as he says with concern, "I'm sorry I didn't think I had send that spell so hard. I apolgize. I hope she is ok sir." The boy does folds his hands in front of him and waits to make sure his oppenent will be ok.

Gabrielle will make a face, this was a bad idea.And slowly try to make her way to the door without notice.

Mabel gives Christmas a wave of acknowledgement, as she shuffles over to where they set Maeve down, looking up to the Ministry wizard, briefly, "It's all right, Maeve, just a bit of a knock, I think, and exhale first, dear. There's a good girl. Good show, just the same." She just gives Christmas a look like he might have been gentler, perhaps: it's clear enough that's what she's thinking, despite there being no words to it.

The official checks for all the vitals and then dusts Maeve off after making sure the girl's back in her feet. "Breath my dear breath," he advises her anxiously. "I think she'll be just fine. Someone just make sure she gets a glass of water. And if she can't then we must rush her up to Madame Spleen." And the round man will stick around and keep an eye on the girl just in case anything should happen.

Christmas gives Maeve a salute with his wand before he smiles softly and steps off the dueling platform. He sees Gabby and gives her a soft smile and a nod before he makes his way towards the door.

Maeve takes a deep breath as she manages to recover. "Could…could someone get me a glass o' water," she asks, still slightly dazed…

Mabel glances about, then, to see if anyone's gone off for one at the Ministry man's suggestion, and says, "Oh, right you are, someone get us a cup of some kind, will you?"

Ria stands up off the wall and looks to a nearby table for an empty glass. After inspecting that it's clean, she mutters, "Aguamenti." Not her strongest blast of water for sure, but good enough to fill the glass. And she walks up to the winded girl to hand her the glass. "Here," she hands it to Mabel to hand to Maeve.

Mabel gives a nod, and a little smile, just rubbing Maeve's shoulder and saying, "Thanks, Ria," she says, and putting it in Maeve's hands. "Looked like a good shield you had there, it just seems Weaver may have rather overdone it."

Maeve sips at the water, taking another deep breath. "I jus' didnae do a good enough job wi' m' Protego. I did nae expect t' win, I jus' did nae expect t' lose so quickly…"

Mabel nods, "Well, he's a much older student than you, and you may notice, a bit more experienced at this sort of thing. I suppose he didn't want to toy about with you too much or anything."

"It comes at you fast," Ria shrugs to Maeve and nods a 'your welcome' to Mabel. Casually, she checks for dirt under her fingernails and then catches a glimpse of her watch. "Hmmm…pardon me," she politely excuses herself and exits the Great Hall in hurried pace.

Maeve smiles at Ria. "Thank ye…" She sighs, as she continues to sip at her water, nodding. "I know. As I said, I did nae expect t' win. But it was over so fast…"

Mabel nods. "It often can be, Maeve, that's sometimes your best strategy when on either side of an uneven match, actually. Hope to get a decisive shot in before your opponent can react, and take your chances. Or, if you're much better, one might end it before there's a chance for anything random to happen, should there be something real about it. Doesn't seem to have much sport about it that way, of course, but there it is. But your Protego might have held, as it is. He was just stronger than you right then."

Maeve nods, and moves to lean against one of the benches at the nearest table, finishing her water. "Well, at least it's over with. Maybe next year, if we do it again…"

Mabel nods. "I think next year, they might consider splitting the tournament into two age levels, really. But remember, you've only had that one learning session yet. You'll certainly have your chances, I'm sure."

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