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Mason Fluke

It was winter and it was cold. A cold that had spread to his special place and made him want to go back inside for some hot chocolate that she promised him. They were on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, and even just being here would be enough to make people turn their heads. Fortunately for him, he was already with someone who had a badge, and she could tell them to bugger off without worry of a detention.

 

She told him she wasn’t going to hold back. She told him that he should expect the unexpected. She told him that she was going to get him good and ready for the second task, even though he still had yet to translate the stupid encyclopaedia the team had recovered at the end of the first task.

 

She told him these things, and he didn’t believe her. Alayna was sunshine and lollipops, and she couldn’t hurt a fly.

 

Turns out… he was wrong. He felt like he had just been hit by a very large truck. The log she had just sent at him, caught him right in the middle, and he wheezed for air. “I need a minute,” he requested, holding a hand up for her to stop for a moment.

 

WC: 212

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Alayna Weasley

It could go unsaid that Alayna Weasley didn’t want to hurt Fluke. Simply being made to sit back and watch as he was tested in more ways than he’d ever been had been near torture for the redhead. And he’d been hurt then- bloody cuts and bruises covering his body thanks to the attack provided to him via an angry fish. So no, she didn’t want to hurt him at all. She did, however, want to do something to help ensure that he didn’t wind up quite so insured as he had before. It took a bit of thought to come up with exactly how she could, but eventually an idea popped into her mind.

 

And that’s what led to them standing at the outskirts of the forest, Fluke keeled over after having just been hit with a log. It’d not even been a very big one. “You have to be able to move faster than that if you’re going to keep your head, Fluke” Alayna practically whined at him. “My grandmum was made to fight a dragon. A dragon! Do you really think an angry dragon will ‘give you a minute’???”

 

He didn’t have to answer her; she very well knew he’d better know the answer. And if he didn’t? He’d soon find out anyway.

 

“Think fast.” And with that, the redhead conjured a bludger and sent it hurtling after her panting boyfriend.

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Mason Fluke

It felt like the log had bruised a rib. Bruised a rib! And there was only one person to blame for that in this scenario, and it happened to be his girlfriend. Well, Fluke couldn’t just pin the blame on her for that very reason. It would turn into this ugly thing between them and they’d seen enough ugliness in their relationship to last a lifetime, thank you very much.

 

He was gasping for air as Alayna lectured him, and generally pointed out that he wasn’t good enough. He wasn’t light enough on his feet. Dragons weren’t going to invite him for a cuppa as he tried to catch his breath. Clearly, she wasn’t wrong, because if he had moved faster, he would have avoided the log entirely.

 

“I…” It was so hard to breathe. And then that ominous sound of a bludger coming towards him had him looking up with fear in his eyes. “Oh, crap,” he managed and took off at a run.

 

He wasn’t allowed a wand for this exercise. He had to run. He had to dodge. He had to survive whatever she threw at him. His lungs burned with the effort of his sprint. He was out in the open, the only target for the bludger to seek out like a missile. He was about to be a sitting duck as there was a fresh pain in his side from his massive exertion of energy.

 

Fluke needed to do something, and the cogs spun in his head as he thought. Ah, to hell with it. Relying on instinct, he darted into the trees and made several sharp turns until the bludger finally crashed into a broken stump and exploded in a shower of sparks.

 

He. Couldn’t. Breathe.

 

He rested his hands on his knees. Maybe he’d just stay in here, and Alayna could stay out there for a few minutes.

 

WC: 315

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