Oh…dear. That grimace certainly was not the most favorable of facial expressions and it made this ‘Greek God’ began wondering if perhaps the young lady was afflicted with a stomach ache. There was little time to consider nor console her, however, as she seemed to jump right into it when it came to the search for a partner. Pleased by her recovery, he offered another encouraging smile as she partnered with Daniel…and certainly had not missed the manner in which the young man addressed her with the words intensifying the heated. Certainly nothing wrong with a competitive side, which left Jericho quite curious as to how he and Aria would get on.

Atlas Flamsteed was off most likely off partnering with his brother and avoiding the extravagant grump that was you, Mr. Yoon.

“Good form, Aria,” he applauded as he walked over and unclasped his hands from behind his back. “If I may…” It was permission to touch her. Which, if granted, he would have gingerly adjusted the angle of her wrist and just where her hand rested along the handle of her wand. “While precision is key and we all often fall into a certain rigidness when seeking perfection in a casting, you will find with a little adjusting and a loose wrist that the wand movement will feel more fluid and more an extension of your own arm.” A matter that would also come with more practice. “Keep up the good work. You as well, Daniel. Very keen to be shown your skills.”


While Darius had been left with a little additional food for thought, something which Jericho encouraged with a smile and nod of the head, Ashley’s reaction left him concerned. Less in the silence to his own query, which there had been one, and more in her body language and the way the air around her diverted in certain points as things closed off. He may have missed the immediate trigger to what had elicited this response, his attention had been on those speaking when they had offered to, but he felt it safe to conclude it was in reference to the war.

“That is alright, Ashley,” he offered in assurance to the young Miss. He had spoken a lot and minds, particularly young and antsy ones, could only focus so long on something. Twas why he felt he worked better in one-on-one situations rather than in large groups. Her choice to sit out had not surprised him either, it was her choice, and he was pleased to see that Darius was still choosing to include her despite her attempts to close herself off further from the group. He was not sure that the young man would notice the appreciative twinkle in the eye and accompanying smile, but they were gifts given to him for his compassion.

He would swing back around to check on the two of them in a moment.


Ah! Chuckling to himself, Jericho lightly tapped his forehead to chastise himself for forgetting to swing back around to it. Happened all too often when he did not address something immediately, much like he often coached his clients when they were working through their issues. Putting things off until later all too often meant they were completely forgotten and thus returned to haunt you with more fever. At least on this case it was the pleasant curiosity of a young mind - something that he would always encourage to come back and nudge him about in any capacity.

“Absolutely, thank you for reminding me,” he replied with a small and couple of claps with just his fingers. “The Patronus Charm is very powerful magic, a particular spell that is prohibited on the professional dueling stage in many tournaments and casting it can earn you an instant disqualification. Now, while primarily used as a defensive spell to ward off against dementor attacks … or as a convenience in sending messages across a finite distance, there is something to be said in its use to attack an opponent and knock them off their feast with the silver wispy creature the spell conjures and in most cases is an attack that can and will penetrate the majority of Shield Charms. It is all in the hands of the creativity of the caster.” Had that covered what he had wanted to cover? He paused to stroke his scruffy chin and molded his hand from index finger to thumb along his jawline. He certainly hoped so, but he welcomed any follow up questions she may have to that.

Smiling as Bella found a partner in Evan, he resumed his walking around while offering this new pair a pleasant smile as well.

“Good luck, Bella…Evan…I’ll be along to check on your progress to see how you’re getting on in a bit.”


Such a peculiar duo, Hawk and his friend. Too far away to be privy to their conversation and suspicions, Jericho instead just so happened to look over when Hawk’s friend (he truly did wish that he knew the name of the boy so he could properly address him) had begun casting at Hawk with a certain cavalier aesthetic to the movements. Something that would serve him well, to contrast with some of the more rigid holding and casting he had observed among his peers.

Rather than interrupting the two, their auras both maintained a certain passively aggressive energy directed towards his own, Jericho instead smiled at the two with a dainty little golf clap before moving along. He had, after all, presumed that Hawk had been prepared for the tickling that may follow his friend's spell and was unaware that it may have been cast without warning.