No sense of humor eh?

Andrew walked the halls of the sixth floor wearing his gray hoodie, with the hood up. He had hated the fact the Headmaster had betrayed them all and he knew it. Something had happened at the Graduation and he wanted to make sure he would pay for his crimes. He walked over to one of the non-moving portraits of Vincent Majere and then pulled out his wand. He thought non-verbally, bombarda and the portrait exploded. Dust surrounded the area and Andrew swore at himself. He thought it would only affect the portrait great.

James Wake was making his usual sweeping rounds. Now, he was not in full support of Vincent Majere. Rather, he was merely attempting to gain the man's trust. Considering his prior history with the Headmasters of Hogwarts, James Wake was probably in no position to be the acting prefect. Yet, there he was, standing tall and proud in black robes, badge gleaming dully in the last days of the school year. And what a dry run it had been. No doubt that when James return, he would need to return to his old mannerisms of pessimism and destruction. Maybe that would not be as bad.

Yet, James could not deny himself the satisfaction of capturing others to bring before the headmaster. Each step closer was one cut closer to Majere's-

A sudden explosion rocked the floor as a picture of the afore-mentioned headmaster erupted into dust. Of course, a student prank. James whipped out his wand in his right hand, despite the fact that his stronger hand was his left. His gloved left hand was already to hum with the ebb and flow of James' Alchemy, but Wake had a feeling that this would be a duel of mere twigs. His right hand tightened around the Yew wand he wielded as he slashed it in an arc, the words "Petrificus Totalus barely exhaled from his lips. He aimed at the moving, man-shaped shadow in the cloud of dust. Stealth battles- his specialty.

Andrew had not expected such an explosion. The duel lessons had helped very- suddenly Andrew jumped back because he saw a large flash of light pass in front of him. That was too close. He looked to his right and saw a figure standing there as well. Oh no. He quickly pulled out his wand and began to sprint in the oppisite direction from where the spectre was. Thoughts kept racing through his head saying 'you are so screwed if thats a teacher'. He sprinted throughout the hall trying to avoid the man and then pulled his hood down even further so he could see him, but the mysterious man couldn't see his face. He stopped and then turned. He would go down fighting.

Oh, how noble. He intends to fight!
Hey, remember when we used to get into real battles? Now THOSE were the days!
Cheesecake...

James Wake gave chase warily. Once too often he had lead into such a chase unprepared. His right arm arced once more, this time aiming for the floor behind the boy. He inhaled, watching the figure cautiously. He exhaled "Bombarda" as his aim shifted swiftly and suddenly to the ceiling. He repeated this two more times, each time closer to his own form. His legs then thrust forward, as he searched his repertoire of spells. He settled for the quick, easily muttered Tongue-tying curse, and aimed it to the right of the area where he had last seen the figure.

Andrew had managed to dodge the ceiling. What the hell was this guy doing?! He quickly ran to the next hall and tried to find a way out. This guy obviously wanted to kill him. A death eater? Maybe, but he had to fight. He aimed his wand at the hallway where the attacker would approach through, and tthought the spell Stupefy. After the red light shot through his wand, he thought Levicorpus.

Using the dust as his shroud, James knew he was next to invisible. He probably could have added to the invisibility with a spell, but the dust would still part about form. No, it was better to keep a distance and watch the prey as it reacts to the hunter's toying. This was why James had not followed the figure at a close range. Indeed, the paranoid prey was merely making things easier. James liked creating tension around a capture, but maybe the boy was taking this little battle too seriously.

As James neared the hallway where the figure had slipped into, he witnessed to spells jettisoning out of the hallway. James watched the spells sail through the air, before considering his options. He could either dash down the corridor, cast an Expelliarmus quickly before the prankster had a chance to react, or he could do this the fun. James chose the fun way. He cast a quickly levitation spell on the biggest rock he could find. Using it as leverage, James leaped into the hallway, kicking his way down the hall from wall to wall, avoiding the floor, and shooting "Expelliarmus between each kick at the boy.

This guy was now pissing off Andrew. He was trying to show off now and tried getting Andrew at the same time...good luck. Andrew managed to dodge one Expelliarmus, but the other one had managed to hit his wand, making it slide across the hallway. Great. Andrew, fearing the worst, grabbed his gun from his back and held it out aiming his sights at the Spectre. The metal flowed like lava and was of medium brightness. He began backing up, using his feet at trying to find his wand. He felt something hit against his shoe and immediatly bent down. It was his wand. He picked it up and then pocketed his gun and aimed his wand at the dust. He casted the high wind charm(yes it is real by the way) and wind fired from his wand. The dust began to blow away and eventually disappear out the windows and he could finally see the man. Wow what a show off.

A gun? How... interesting. James now took to the ground, clapping his hands and sliding the real hand over his alchemic arm. The arm shifted and bubbled, and in a near instantaneous transformation, it formed into a shield. Now that he no longer had the dust shroud, he could determine who the boy was. It was not, contrary to his expectations, Danny. He recalled that weapon too well. "Alright, then, now that we can see each other, I assume that you will not come in willingly," he said, as he circled around the boy. He quickly cast "Expelliarmus" once more, before running straight to the boy, casting a petrification spell.

Andrew made sure his hood still concealed his face and held his wand out. He was waiting for this guy to make the wrong move. Andrew kept thinking softly over and over in his head again 'Protego' so that way he could be ready to deflect the next spell. He then shouted in his head the spell and a small shield enveloped him, deflecting the spell away and then narily missing the petrification spell that he knew all too well. When the other person came running straight at him, he immediatly threw out his right fist aiming straight into the path of the man. Regardless if his hit or missed, he immediatly gained his stance back and fired a Stupefy spell nonverbally.

The boy didn't get the chance to whip out his wand. Hand-to-hand melee was what James was raised on, and he certainly had the upper hand in close range distances. His alchemic arm snatched the boy's wand wrist, while his real hand gripped his other wrist. "Listen up, and listen well. I'm taking you in for vandalism of school property. At the least it'll earn you a detention and some house points. Continue to fight, and I might even throw in a few heavy blows." James had a strange feeling that his vice grip over the wand arm would not be enough to stop the boy, but with his agility and physical fitness, James would not lose the hood boy.