- Messages
- 10,570
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Asexual
- Wand
- Straight 9 1/2 Inch Rigid Walnut Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 1/1999 (63)
To say Monty had reservations about this was putting it lightly. Why on earth had he ever agreed to duel Mary Lou? There were surely better ways to practice magical combat - ways which didn't involve endangering themselves. But even as he thought this, he knew he was wrong. The training dummy he had built her, while fantastic for stress relief, was no replacement for a human target. If she didn't take her practice to the next level, the only thing she would learn to defend her children from was an army of automatons. And what if, God forbid, somebody did attack her family, and Monty had refused to help her practice? Murder was a thing that happened to other people's families, until it wasn't. If any harm came to them which he might have prevented, he would never, ever, forgive himself.
They had cleared the old barn for the purpose. Bales of hay piled up against the rear wall would cushion Monty's landing if anything went terribly wrong - for he was the one most likely to get hurt. His condition for helping was that he would not fight back until he was confident Mary Lou could defend herself, which, given the many techniques he hoped to teach her, would be six months away at the soonest; and even then, he would restrict his spells to those most harmless. It would rather defeat the purpose of the exercise, after all, if he accidentally offed Mary Lou himself.
"All right," he said, returning from hanging his coat on a nearby hook. He transferred his dark walnut wand from left hand to right as he rolled up his sleeves. "Let's see what you know already. Don't worry about hurting me; I'll be fine." I hope, he added privately. All that auror training had been a very long time ago, and while he had kept up with the practice, a mother's instinct to protect her children was a powerful force. "I'm an intruder. I've just broken into your house. What are you going to do about it?"
He braced.
They had cleared the old barn for the purpose. Bales of hay piled up against the rear wall would cushion Monty's landing if anything went terribly wrong - for he was the one most likely to get hurt. His condition for helping was that he would not fight back until he was confident Mary Lou could defend herself, which, given the many techniques he hoped to teach her, would be six months away at the soonest; and even then, he would restrict his spells to those most harmless. It would rather defeat the purpose of the exercise, after all, if he accidentally offed Mary Lou himself.
"All right," he said, returning from hanging his coat on a nearby hook. He transferred his dark walnut wand from left hand to right as he rolled up his sleeves. "Let's see what you know already. Don't worry about hurting me; I'll be fine." I hope, he added privately. All that auror training had been a very long time ago, and while he had kept up with the practice, a mother's instinct to protect her children was a powerful force. "I'm an intruder. I've just broken into your house. What are you going to do about it?"
He braced.