Post by Oliver Seán O'Shea on Mar 22, 2023 18:21:07 GMT -8
Oliver’s large frame strode from the shadows of the hallway and into the grand dueling room. He ruffled his hair as he looked up to the walls adorned with intricate carvings and tapestries, depicting ancient battles and powerful wizards. The room was lined with tall, arched windows that allowed sunlight to flood in, casting a warm glow on the polished stone floor. He looked forward to the raised platform at the far end of the room, where he had watched few duelling classmates face each other before. The club hadn't never been fully functioning.
He had become quite fond of the dueling room in his third year, when he had discovered a brilliant, yet crumbling club. A remnant of the former Duelling Clubs glory. Oliver yearned to bring that experience back to his friends. Duelling was healthy practice. He strode through the room, which was designed to be a perfect arena for magical duels, with plenty of space for the wizards to move and dodge spells. The floor was marked with a series of concentric circles, each one a different color, representing the different levels of difficulty in the spells that can be cast within them.
As he approached the dueling platform, he smirked at the sturdy barrier of enchanted glass which surrounded it. It was a smart idea – a way to protect an audience from any stray spells. The platform itself was made of a smooth, white stone, which Oliver steadily hopped onto, brandishing his wand and turning to face the room. He had asked their headmistress if he could advertise the idea of reawakening the club…whether as a participant or observer…but who, if anyone, would show...
At the sides of the room, there were rows of wooden benches for the spectators to sit on. The benches were arranged in tiers, rising up towards the ceiling, so that everyone would have a clear view of duelling students. How could he not take advantage of such a space?
He had become quite fond of the dueling room in his third year, when he had discovered a brilliant, yet crumbling club. A remnant of the former Duelling Clubs glory. Oliver yearned to bring that experience back to his friends. Duelling was healthy practice. He strode through the room, which was designed to be a perfect arena for magical duels, with plenty of space for the wizards to move and dodge spells. The floor was marked with a series of concentric circles, each one a different color, representing the different levels of difficulty in the spells that can be cast within them.
As he approached the dueling platform, he smirked at the sturdy barrier of enchanted glass which surrounded it. It was a smart idea – a way to protect an audience from any stray spells. The platform itself was made of a smooth, white stone, which Oliver steadily hopped onto, brandishing his wand and turning to face the room. He had asked their headmistress if he could advertise the idea of reawakening the club…whether as a participant or observer…but who, if anyone, would show...
At the sides of the room, there were rows of wooden benches for the spectators to sit on. The benches were arranged in tiers, rising up towards the ceiling, so that everyone would have a clear view of duelling students. How could he not take advantage of such a space?