 Better late than never! Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Moy Pomidor | Seneca's Beard | That Is So Fetch!
Freya's wand was still raised when the voice cut through the arena.
For the briefest fraction of a second, her muscles tightened—instinct before recognition. The shield charm flickered at the edge of her thoughts, ready to snap into existence if needed. Then she turned, the tension easing as she spotted the familiar figure of Professor Khanna approaching across the stone floor.
So. She hadn't been alone after all.
"They rarely do," she replied coolly, glancing briefly at the battered practice targets before looking back at him. Her tone wasn't boastful, just matter-of-fact.
Her eyes flicked toward the resetting dummy as it slowly straightened itself with a mechanical whirr. Freya lowered her wand, though she didn't tuck it away. Not yet. "Dummies can be predictable," she added. "Real opponents adapt."
At Khanna's final question, Freya tilted her head slightly, considering it as though it were a tactical puzzle rather than a casual inquiry.
"It's... one possibility. I like efficiency," she continued. "Duelling rewards that. Precision. Timing. Control. And the ability to think faster than the person trying to hex you."
A faint smirk tugged at her lips.
"But I suspect you didn't come down here this early in the morning just to compliment my target practice, professor?"
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