Sharp minds are sharp weapons.

Silvyr strolled through the house that the Order had been using as a command center for years. the thought of the words command center brought a smile to his face. The words were muggle but they fit all the same. He looked through the rooms not worried about being out of place.

When he made his way back down stares to see if Shcklebolt had arrived yet he found himself still alone. He walked through the living room, if one could call it that anymore, and into the kitchen. He wasn't hungry but he enjoyed the feeling it gave him. It reminded him slightly of his home. A feeling he hardly remembered anymore.

He took a seat and sat patiently waiting for Kingsley to arrive. He knew that the next few hours were going to be taxing on his body and mind. He knew that sitting now would be a choice he would soon thank himself for.

He wasn't so much rusty as he was more wanting to learn. The idea of learning from the best had intoxicated him more than any drink he could think of in resent memory. He wasnt interested in power but more he wanted the skill to grow not only in his dueling but in his spell making abilities. He knew that to grow in one field would allow him to undoubtedly grow in the other.

He sat with his eyes closed picturing the spells he had been working on for the past weeks. Trying to work out small kinks and complications that came with each of the different steps. Both spells that he had been working on were complex in their own ways. Especially Whights. His thoughts took him into the familure world of his studies as he cross examined his memorized journal, notes, and new thoughts in his mind.

His mind remained alert to the outside world but he still had not heard any noises that disturbed him.

It had been a while since Kingsley had been to Grimmauld Place, well over a couple months. Jess had offered to let him stay there when the ministry put a price on his head, but he had refused. Grimmauld Place was like a second home to him, but being in it reminded him of his friends, all long gone. He was the only one left. The gloom and Mrs.Black didn't make the house much easier to live in either.

He apparated from his apartment to outside the house and entered. He couldn't hear anyone, but Kingsley could still tell someone was there. Grimmauld Place wasn't usually inhabited, but he guessed Silvyr was already here. So he removed his coat, he was dressed in muggle attire nowadays to blend in, and moved to the kitchen where he saw Silvyr reading the same book he had been reading at the muggle coffee shop. "Good afternoon," he greeted, smiling slightly.

Training… Kingsley probably should have done some stretches first. He hadn't duelled for a long time. In fact, His last real duel had been against Vincent more than a year ago, and he was still recovering from the injuries from that. He hoped he hadn't lost it since then.

To tell the truth, Kingsley hadn't really planned what he would be teaching today. He would probably just make it up as he went along. "RIght, well before I begin teaching you, I need to know how much you know," Kingsley began. Not everyone who graduated from Hogwarts knew the same things, and there were some things that were strangely not even part of the curriculum. Like a patronus charm. "Hows your patronus? Can you cast a spell nonverbally?" Kingsley asked, clearly asking Silvyr to demonstrate.

Silvyr heard the front door open and then close. His thoughts subsided on his spells knowing there would time later for his work. He was here to grow and shake off the dust that he knew had gathered on his dueling skills.

Kingsley approached him through the house and addressed him openly. He seemed as excited to be there as much as Silvyr. Without missing a beat he moved into their discussion on training. It almost brought a smile to his face that Kingsley understood that small talk wouldn't be needed throughout the day.

Silvyr spoke on the first of the three questions. "My patronus is fine. It's strong and fully formed." Silvyr thought to cast the spell for him. Though another thought followed and he saw no reason to show him his patronus which he could trace back to him. He moved onto his next question. "I know as much as any graduate or new member of the order so you can treat me as such. Maybe it would be best if we began with a small warm up duel. Simple spells, defenses, and guards.

He stood from his seat and pocketed his journal. He didn't know why Kingsley had chosen to duel in the house though he hoped there was a large area that was somewhere inside they could use.