Figaro Sellaphix vs Nicholas Bevans
Semi-Finals, Remembering Day Tournament 2010
2:30pm on the 12^th of May

It was down to four people.  Figaro had made his way through the tournament by a combination of brute force, dumb luck, and a heavy amount of trash talk.  Some of thesse duelists were beautiful animals, lithe and clean.   Luckily, Figaro hadn't had to face any of them and he hoped he wouldn't.  He got his wish in meeting Nick Bevans in the semis.

"Bevans!" Figaro crowed his usual greeting to his mate with cupped hands over the raised dueling stage.  "You ready to lose, Bevans?!"

There had been the drama of Nick's standing in the Dueling Club being taken down a few pegs by a pair of Slytherin walnuts and he thought he'd probably be sensitive about it.

"I thought this was premier brackets, Bevans? Not enough in the under-12s?"

"Lose, Fig?"  Nicholas replied to his friend.  All in all, Nicholas was happy to face Figaro.  Even if he lost, though he had no plans to lose, it would be fun.  Anything involving the Hufflepuff across from him was generally fun.  Or infuriating.  Depending on the day.

He frowned at the other boy across from him, "Can't be if you're in it."  He wasn't going to let Fig get under his skin, with words or spells.  "Are we going to actually duel or do you just want to try to be insulting?"

"Any day now, gentlemen."  The presiding referee tapped her foot and nodded the boys up to the stage.  She'd had enough antics for one day. "Less speaking, more spells. C'mon. Up you get."

Figaro obeyed eagerly and with pomp, tucking his wand under his arm so he could crack his knuckles and roll his head around on his shoulders.  He took his wand out of his armpit, inspected the tip, rubbed it between his fingers and blew a puff of air on it.

"Make ready!"  The referee walked the two wand-wielders through the opening ritual and soon they were at the far ends of the stage facing each other, wands ready.  "Begin!"

Figaro ran forward three great steps, and leapt into the air.  "Expelliarmus!" he hollered mid-jump, flinging his wandwork wildly, but ultimately getting the spell off.