While Emily was already about and moving, Sabel was still lying on his back in the most uncomfortable position he had ever been in. Well, second most uncomfortable besides broken ribs in his fourth year. And while it was uncomfortable, it was strangely comfortable in that he didn't care to move himself straight away.

So when his partner in crime of damage and destruction asked him how he was fairing, he simply offered a quiet groan and a wave of his hand. He wasn't even sure what the gesture meant, but he was breathing and alive so it had to be a positive sign. The blood he felt on the back of his neck however, and the sting of cold air and dust on his arms indicated that not all was 100% peachy keen.

But it wasn't going to kill him. Or at least that's what Sabel decided as he slowly, and finally, drew himself into a sitting position. The world spun a little and for a brief second there seemed to be two Emily's offering their hands, which made trying to take up the offer a bit of a challenge. A frown and another try later and he finally got it, rising unsteadily to his feet with her help.

"Thanks.......ooooooohhhhh....." Each and every thought trickled off as his eyes swept the room with a vision that wasn't influenced by the heat of dueling. "Did we....." Glancing at Emily he gave her an uncertain look. "We....did that didn't we?"

Hearing Sabel's groan of acknowledgement Emily could help but laugh a little, though she immediately regretted it as she felt a sudden stabbing pain in her chest. Ugh... this was not good. But at least they were both alive.

Helping Sabel to his feet was a trickier task than she had anticipated, but they eventually got there. She placed other hand still clutching her wand under his elbow to help steady him. He looked... a little woozy. But all was well... just needed to adjust, duelling was after all... a very physical sport.

Again Emily turned her attention to the room as Sabel starred at it. It was pretty spectacular. The damage was... very extensive.
"Yep... we sure did," she said wincing slightly as the pain in her chest intensified.
"I'm wondering whether or not we should just run for it... or in our cases, hobble for it." The A&C peeps might not be too thrilled at their handy work, though in all fairness they had done pretty well and should be commended for it. As if that would happen though.
“I know I could use a shower.” Because clearly that was more important that receiving some medical attention.

He tried to keep a straight face. He really did. Because they had to face it, they were facing it, they had really destroyed the place. But the image of both of them making a hobbling run for it through the rubble of their enthusiasm alongside the mere extensiveness of what they had done was his undoing.

Putting one hand on Emily's shoulder to steady himself as much as to steady her he couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter that turned into a steady stream of mirth. It hurt to the full length of Merlin's beard, but he couldn't help it.

Only after a few minutes had rendered him without breath, did he draw his emotions under control and his body a little straighter. "I don't think...we're supposed to get so injured after a duel." The point was to come out as unscathed as possible. Sabel's eyes turned to Emily, the light of amusement still in them as he assessed her and then himself. "I dread to think what we would look like after a real battle."

Clearly a shower wasn't the first thing on his mind. Rather, the way Emily winced every now and then brought his amusement to a dead end and abrupt concern to his expression. "Though....I don't really want to think about that. Are...you okay?"

Oh good grief! had she said something wrong? or something right? Sabel's attempting at laughing through his injury was quite infectious and within seconds she was in hysterics as well. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, tears of laughter mingled with pain. Because every breath she took, ever sound that escaped her lungs ached like no tomorrow. It was almost as if her lungs were on fire.

After a few minutes, they both seemed to calm down, and thank heavens for that because really she wasn't sure how much more of it she could handle standing up. "MMmmm yep... I suppose its just an indication of how... equal we are. Though I'm not in a hurry to do it again." Thinking about it now, she seemed to be in more pain than when she'd had her round with Izzy, and even when she was pummelled by Bradley. But she'd survive, probably pulled a muscle, or bruised it... nothing too serious. Or so she hoped, she couldn't be too sure, she wasn't studying to be a Healer or anything.

Huh? Was she ok?
Emily blinked, a blank expression on her face. Partly because she was trying to figure out if she was ok, and partly because she didn't want to seem weak.
"I think I'm ok..." she said pausing, rubbing her chest a bit. Ouch! Ok... maybe rubbing it wasn't such a good idea.
"I'll be fine... I think I broke a rib." That wasn't so serious was it? She'd had them before, what with all her quidditch injuries. All she had to do was find herself a Healer and all would be fine.

It was nice to simply let it out and just laugh, especially after the ordeal they had put each other through. However, laughter and whether or not they would be doing this again were the very last things on his mind given the confession Emily made of her wounds.

In an instant his hand was at her shoulder and he was half guiding her, half tugging her to one of the toppled pillars to sit down. Concern stole onto every corner of his expression as he watched her. "I didn't mean to actually hurt you...." The admission was all but pointless given he had hurt her, and it was riddled with guilt.

Taken aback by Sabel's sudden concern for her well being she let him guide back and sat on the remains of one of the pillars obediantly. Honestly, why did everyone always feel the need to look after her? She could handle it, she was a big girl.

But her ribs did hurt, quite a bit. In fact her whole torso sort of ached.
"It's ok... really, no big deal, I might be small but I'm not fragile." She smiled, even this was sort of funny, but she resisted the urge to laugh again, she didn't want to risk breaking another rib.
"I think I might have done it when I fell..." yep, her clumsiness did get the best of her at times. It probably wasn't too serious... she'd just let it rest for a bit... then assess it again later.

"Are you sure your alright though? I mean for a while there I thought you were... you know...." she couldn't bring herself to say the word... dead.

"I took a stupid risk." The words came out dismissive and distracted, his eyes locked on Emily, scanning her as if concerned he might find a seeping patch of blood somewhere on her clothes. His own blood that was staining the collar of his shirt and the few cuts on his arms seemed to hold no significance for him as he knelt down beside her.

"I...can try to fix the rib...." Pursing his lips, Sabel considered his wand. It didn't matter to him that she wasn't fine china, but that she was broken, at least partially and hopefully only temporarily. "I've seen....had it done before." So, he knew how the spell worked, but ultimately it was up to her.

Emily eyed Sabel's wand, he wanted to heal her? Oh Merlin.
"You better know what your doing there sunshine, cause I'll bring the roof down if you stuff it up." She probably wouldn't... but she didn't particularly want to spend the night in bed with a bottle of skelogrow.
"Ok... alright... " she murmured, straightening up a bit, and shutting her eyes.

It did hurt, a fair bit... so she would be grateful not to have to deal with it any longer, but she could if she wanted to... pain wasn't an unfamiliar sensation to her.

He couldn't quite contain the small smile that touched the corners of his lips. "That, is no longer much of a threat." Given what they had already done to the room, dropping the roof would just be another minor notch. No, next time they would have to get creative.

Letting out a slow breath, he turned his wand in his hand a few times, trying to think of random, creative ways to offer for his destruction should he screw the spell up. Several rather nasty hexes and curses came to mind that he would not blame her for using if something went wrong, and all of a sudden the roof coming down looked a whole lot of a better alternative.

"Alright. Here goes nothing." With another slow breath, he raised his wand and gently touched it against the broken rib. All effort and thought went into getting the intention and incantation exactly right, a slight fear rushing through him as 'Brackium Emendo' left his lips.

If it didn't work, well things were sure to get interesting.

"Good point... I'm sure I could think of other ways to get back at you," she grinned now. It was good that they seemed to be getting along quite well. Emily remembered back to their first day when she could hardly beleieve he was the other YATI..... and of course there were the memories from their time at Hogwarts, with a particularly heated discussion about muggles. But that was in the past, Sabel was an alright guy, not that difficult to get along with after all.

She waited, holding her breath for Sabel to perform the spell. She'd heard of it, but had never used it herself... never really got the chance, with everyone always fussing over her. Emily made a mental note to practice later.
After a moment Emily opened her eyesm she had felt Sabel's wand on her rib... and then ... no pain. Had it worked?
She tested it, moving, twisting her torso. She was till a little sore, but that was no surprise after what they went through. The rib, well it wasn't broken anymore that was for sure. She poked her fingers at it, rubbing it, testing its resistance. It all seemed to be in order.
"Thanks..." she finally said smiling at her colleague.

Sabel visibly relaxed when Emily confirmed that the spell had worked. Sinking back onto his haunches, he gave her a faint smile. Truth be told, he wouldn't have known what to do had the rib turned to puddy. Apparently experience was a good teacher.

"You're welcome." With that he plopped onto his rump, letting his hands drop between his folded knees. Now, he was tired. Now, he was ready to rest. And how long had they been dueling for? Certainly not that long, but the adrenaline was dissipating and in its place was left a dragging fatigue.

If this was how they were in practice, how would they survive in a battle? His brown pulled into a knot as he stared at some of the rubble blankly.

Emily stretched her arms above her head, feeling her joints loosen and her muscles relax. She could easily have a shower and go to bed, but that wasn't possible, they still had work to do. Getting up from the pillar Emily kicked a few pebbles of rubble with her toes. What a mess. But that was to be expected what with her fascination with blowing things up.

Dusting herself off as best she could, she released a sigh.
"Do you think Damien's been looking for us?" Probably not otherwise he'd have sent a patronus. But that man was just as unpredictable as the Cult. One minute he could be polite and even mildly cheerful, next second he was all fists and fury and raising his voice... or just hexing her because he could. How long had they been here for? It would surely be time to head back soon, if not straight away.

Deciding she couldn't restore the training centre, Emily figured she ought to at least clear a little space. Summoning her wands from their holsters Emily began to levitate the larger bits of rubble and pillar remains to the side of the arena. It looked a little neater... though it still looked terrible. Accidents and Catastrophes probably wouldn't appreciate what they had done. In her defense at least they were using the facility.

"Should probably head back... I really need a shower." Yep a quick pit stop to the bathroom was a good idea, change into her fresh clothes and wash all the crap out of her hair.

"Doubt it." Sabel let out a huff of air and dropped all the way onto his back. "Pretty sure the place would be in greater ruins if he had." The man had a way of shouting.

Closing his eyes, he gave Emily a faint wave of his hand. "Alright. I'll see you in the offices later." He just wanted a few moments to lie there, catch his breath and hopefully not get in serious trouble for the damage that had been done.

Emily laughed, yep Damien certainly did have that effect at times. Strong set of lungs for an aging man. Heh. Nah he was alright, good motivator that was for sure.

"Sure, I'll see you there," she replied... summoning her jumper from somwhere in the rubble. She didn't expect to get it back in one piece, but was pleasantly surprised when she did. "Take it easy aye..." she added before ascending the stairs, back out to level three. Sabel looked exhaused- well of course he did, even she was feeling it. Emily had a funny feeling she wouldn't be going for her usual run in the morning.

Sabel gave Emily a distracted wave, too focused on not focusing on anything to manage more than that. He listened to her retreating footsteps and then the silence afterwards. It was amazing how dead still and empty the room sounded, and the very echo of silence was starting to hurt his ears by the time he was able to pick himself up and head out of the room.

Hopefully, whatever janitor had the duty of care for the room, he knew some good cleaning spells. Or, the room knew how to piece itself back together. It was a dueling room after all.

I want somewhere to train.I want somewhere to train.I want somewhere to train. Nils thought deeply,not letting anything else interfer with his mind.

The door opened up at once an there were several built blocks that provided protection,garbage cans to hide underneath an some camoflauge pieces of blankets.

"Hello"Nils called out into the empty space."Hello,I want to train.If someone can please assist me I'd be much grateful for it."

It had a been a shame that since the remodel the ministry had done in the department that Gavin really hadn't had the chance to check out all of the various features to the fullest. It had just been too crazy between getting settled in a new position and going to work. Finally having some free time the reminscator headed in the direction if the training room to check it out.

Knowing the way the room worked, Gavin knocked on the door three times as he tried to decide just what kind of room he was looking for. Wondering briefly of it might bring him to its true form since he was looking at the room as a whole even before seeing what could be done within. However when he stepped inside the training room a few feet he couldn't help but notice as he heard the echoing that he wasn't alone.

"Um...I don't think there are any living inhabitants of the training room..." he answered giving away his presence. "Well other then you or I. Though I wasn't aware it was already in use. I can certainly come back," the reminiscator added turning to head back towards the door.

Nils spun around to find another young man around his age,give or take a few years.He fully turned to face the employee,an answered in a rather desperate voice,No,no,no..I want to be trained.I want to go through some basic accident and castophes charms an training..Is it possible you can give me some pointers an tips?"

Gavin stopped in his tracks as the other man expressed that he didn't have to leave. Even was asking for help from him and he turned around as he debated on whether he was willing to do just that and if he had the availability to do so.

"I could possibly..." he answered walking closer to the man who was now facing him. "What exactly were you interested in getting tips on? " the memory worker and former charms worker asked trying to get clarification on what was being looked for. Seeing as the department itself had a wide variety of spells and such that could be used in its day to day running not to mention any new spells the experimental charms division dealt with.

Nils stood there thinking intently.He had rifled through a lot in his spare time.An then it clicked his brain,that this charm could come to use at some point.

Memory charms..Having the attacker be lost in thought..Obliviate..Perhaps."Nils suggested slowly.He knew the guy was trying to get a better clue an Nils needed to give it to him before he lost the chance of being trained with someone whom looked like they knew what they were doing.Best way to practice

Ah those charms.

Gavin listened to Nils as he explained part of what he was looking for, the reminiscator nodding to show he was paying attention. "Yes well what you would use would depend on your opponent and the severity of the situation," he remarked thinking on his array of charms knowledge and experiences with offensive and defense he had with his dealings with Ryan.

"I for one wouldn't use obliviate as a first resort, especially seeing as it would likely be done in haste and that would create a whole mess of problems," Gavin said offering his opinion. It was his job at the moment and as an implanter of new memories, he wouldn't be interested in trying to recreate mistakenly lost ones. "Perhaps the confundus charm would be more beneficial."

Nils listened to Gavin.He had after all been in this position,an since Nils was new,he would be taking in as much information as he could.He remembered hearing the confundus charm before in his education at Hogwarts. "So,Confundo?It causes the person to be momentarily confused..An this charm is only recommended in the least dangerous situation I would be in,correct?It wouldn't do me much good if I use confundus in a higher danger situation..."

The clock stroke two, and Imogine made her way to the training area for her asessment. Maybe she would be sorted into another department, or promoted or fired...! She'd had a short two hours to reherse some questions and answers for her interview, and was confident that she would ace this.

The blade-like wand came down upon the target's head with a crash and magical tendrils of dark energy wove themselves around the wooden human form. With a well timed flourish and a cry of Todesfall , the dark tendrils constricted around the target, then flashed to its neck, with a flick of his wand, the tendrils tightened to their fullest, crushing the thick wood at the neck of the practise target.

Nathan gestured towards the target, bringing it towards him until the wand was at the forehead. With a sharp jab, the wooden head exploded into a thousand splinters.

The voice was bitter and cold as it spoke, "Goodby, and may ye rot foul creature of shadow."

With a turn of his heel, he walked to the training area to retrieve yet another practise target.

Althea entered the training room only a moment later, she had her wand in hand, and a notebook and quill hovered at her shoulder, apparently ready to take notes regarding the outcome of this little session. She also had an apple.

"Imogine." Althea greeted briskly. "Lets begin by having you show me what you've got. Show me your wandwork."

With that, Althea tossed the apple high in the air, with the expectation that Imogine would do something with it to impress her.