Chapter 249: DA Files: Closing Page (2/2)
”Come on, Carmichael, that was weak. Where did that punch go? Or does it only come it with repeated loosing?”
Eddie showed no reaction other than peering eyes — ”BOMBARDA!” — he chanted suddenly and sent the yellowish-orange explosion spell barreling towards Quinn, who pulled up a specific spell more suitable for non-physical attacks that took the heavy brunt of Eddie's cannon blast.
He turned to Harry, who was no longer clutching his chest and was now following them with their eyes.
”What are you doing, Harry?” Quinn swiped to create a spinning air burst that crumbled Eddie's conjured rock spikes.
Harry looked at Quinn with confusion flashing in his eyes: ”What?”
”You asked for standard rules, remember? You're neither knocked out nor disarmed, so why are —” Quinn shot a stunner towards Harry, which he blocked startled ”— you standing there like a statue and not dueling.”
”But—”
Eddie cut him off and shouted, ”Less chatter, Potter, if all you're going to do is daydream in between a duel, then the at least you can do is to buzz in his ear like a housefly.” He finished with a fully charged reductor towards Quinn's feet, who had to receive it into a shield for the onlooker's safety.
Harry gritted his teeth, gouged a chunk of the floor below his wand tip, set it ablaze in white fire, and hurled it towards Quinn.
Quinn blocked a disarm from Eddie — ”Now that's more like it.” — turned to Harry's fiery ball of rock and redirected it towards Eddie — ”Thanks for the help,” he said.
Eddie, who had already had another reductor on his tongue, bit it down and cast a shield, and even then was pushed back a couple steps due to the brute force of the rock, not to mention the white fire came near melting his shield.
”Hermione!” The girl jolted at Quinn's call. ”Get in here!”
”W-What?”
”These two are useless. Come on and show that you're the one who most improved.”
Hermione turned unsure eyes to both Harry and Eddie and saw them unleashing magic after magic towards Quinn, trying their best to take his head off — This was useless? she thought.
She stepped out from the crowd and immediately felt her heart jump out of her throat when a disarming spell came galloping towards her. She eeked, but her hand moved instinctively and blocked the spell.
”Good, now get to work,” she heard Quinn speak before he pulled up a giant block of the floor as a shield before turning it into wolves that went howling towards Eddie.
The DA crowd watched as three people dueled against a solo Quinn, who continuously switched between attack, defense, and the occasional parry. It was a showcase of skill — people with knowing eyes could tell that Quinn was pushing the three while keeping them in the running; there were many opportunities, but Quinn would always turn away and target another.
”Nott, step in!”
Everyone gasped as Quinn called for another. Everyone looked at Nott, who froze for a second before stepping out from behind a couple people into the ring and began taking part in the five-person play of flying spells.
”Hannah, it's time. Come on.”
Hannah Abbott fidgeted onto her way into the ring, and her output wasn't what Quinn was expecting when compared to what he had seen in practice, so not half a minute later, he called again.
”Luna, let's see if you actually listen to me.”
Luna shrugged, glided into the ring, and started to aim all of her spells towards.. . Quinn's legs — making him sweat a little as six people that Quinn was trying to give a chance to disarm or knock him while not trying to disarm or knock them out — Luna strictly aiming for his legs (which he did teach her.. . technically) was a bit worrying.
But it was only worrying a bit. ”Diggory,” he said, ”do you want to see if you can win with all this help?”
And so joined the Headboy and began the seven verses one dance. Quinn, the masterful conductor, lead the seven unknowing instrumentalists in a masterful orchestra. It was a beautiful show of skillful magic — matching attacks with specific defenses, timing attacks with just enough power to keep them out of offense while he took care of the others, and playing with some showboating with some parrying.
”Alright, time to end this,” Quinn said after dueling with the seven people.
He turned to Hannah and shot a disarming spell, timing it perfectly to hit her just when she pulled down her shield. Quinn turned to parry a glowing red stunner from Eddie, but this time instead of sending it up, he sent it towards Nott, who felt the brunt of some heavy magic and dropped like a sack of potatoes. His next option was Eddie himself, who he decided takeout with a heavier stunner than Eddie's own and sent him flying back onto the ground.
Now remained Luna, Cedric, Harry, and Hermione.
Quinn turned to Harry and blew out a little puff of air towards Harry, who suddenly felt like he was standing in a storm. Harry's hands went up against the wind, and he never saw the stunner coming. Quinn turned to Hermione and shot his first depulso of the day — at her feet — which knocked off her feet with only her arms saving her face from kissing the floor — she too never saw the disarming spell coming.
”Diggory, sorry, but you're next,” said Quinn grinning, ”Luna's my best friend, so she can't go before everyone else.”
”Eddie went before,” said Cedric — ”BOMBARDA MAXIMA!”
Quinn pulled a shield against that, and Luna's full-body bind.
”He's used to it,” said Quinn and ripped a spell that emulated punches and assaulted Cedric's joints, making him fall with a grunt and then deflected another one of Luna's full-body bind to finish him.
In the ring, Quinn and Luna remained. They both watched each other. Luna shrugged and put her wand into her robe, and walked and stood beside Marcus.
”Well, forfeit is always a legit option,” said Quinn, shrugging.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Quinn turned and saw Tracey clapping and then Daphne; soon after, everyone was clapping. Quinn did an exaggerated bow and then faced a lot of questions asking him to teach them that — especially young ones like Dennis Creevey.
When the session came to an end, and everyone was moving out, Quinn wrapped around Astoria's shoulder.
”What?” she asked, snuggling in a bit.
Quinn took out the sickle she had tossed and placed it in her hand, ”Sorry about the sickle, it sort of bent.”
Astoria stared at the coin, and it was indeed bent into a crumpled piece of metal. ”I would like to be paid back,” she said.
A light shined in Quinn's eyes, and he nodded. He wrapped his bigger hand, wrapping Astoria's smaller hand with the bent sickle completely, and blew on it.
”What's that supposed to do?” she asked.
Quinn winked at her as he removed his hand. ”I have paid my debt,” he smiled, removed his hand from her shoulder, and walked ahead to join her sister.
Astoria tilted her head in confusion before looking at her hand. She opened her palm, and her mouth opened up like a gaping fish — there was a gold galleon sitting there with no signs of the useless sickle.
”How did you do that?! Also, do you want me to toss more sickles? Because I will do it if this is what I get!”
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Quinn West - MC - Goodbye, DA.
FictionOnlyReader - Author - No chapter tomorrow, as it is New Years, and I'd be spending the day sleeping for the entire day. And I'll jump on the new year countdown, so I'm not on earth when the year changes. I urge that all of you do the same.
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