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Nicholai flinched as he felt liquid hit his feet and soak his socks right through. Possibly the only part of him he hadn't imperviused. His expression slowly grew dark, sucking the light from the part of the room in which he was sitting and his knuckles grew white around his wand.
Oh this was war. But first he had to take care of the water. He lifted one foot and made a face as a squelching noise emitted from his shoe. Still holding his wand in a tight and angry grip, Nico forced himself to relax and pointed his wand at his feet,
"Tergeo!" he muttered, and the water left his shoes and socks.
He glared up at Cale once more before leaning back in his seat with a wicked expression on his face. Oh yeah. War. But not on Cale's terms. Better watch out Newell- No more Mr. Nice Toussaint.
Seeing the Slytherin boy seething, Callie gave him a cold stare. "Now you do realize that was an honest mistake. Settle down please. I will not have any thoughts of retaliation in my classroom." Callie warned as she saw the fire in the boy's eyes.
"On a better note . . ." Callie continued on, "That was an impressive charm you just cast. Three points to Slytherin!"
"See, you're all dry now. Are you really going to let a little drop of water get to you like that? I can just as easily take those points away, you know . . ."