"She is indeed," Marcus said. "She's been working really hard, and it shows. She did that without even getting short of breath. I think she looked exactly like what Beauxbatons wants to look. She was smooth, poised, graceful and efficient. That's exactly what Beauxbatons wants to be. I think Madame Maxime has to be elated right about now."
Anise went back to the locker room, and Angus folded her into a strong hug and kissed her forehead. She wasn't in the locker room more than three or four minutes when they called her for another match. She and Angus had actually expected it because with a total of nine other champions--and one who was already disqualified, and one win under her belt, she had seven more champions to fight. That was a lot of ground to cover in a short time span.
Her next opponent was from Koldovstoretz. It wasn't a school she knew much about. The opponent that waited for her was a lot larger than she was, and he was very muscular, so much so that his wand looked like a toy stick in his hand. She heard some of the crowd dreading this particular face off simply because, compared to her opponent, she looked hugely overmatched.
"You've fought trolls, for God's sake," Angus said quickly in her ear before she left him. "And you won. You can handle this big ape, no problem." She breathed out, relaxing because of his words. She nodded and then she remembered her poise, and she walked out gracefully, not wanting to show even the slightest bit of anxiety. When they met to shake hands, he towered over her. She estimated him to be well over six foot tall, and made of solid muscle. The official repeated the rules as they did every match, and then she and her opponent paced and turned. He fired at her with lightning swiftness, firing an aquamenti, but he hadn't aimed particularly well. He managed to soak her from head to toe but there was no real power behind it. She was a little surprised but not thrown off her game. Her time with Fenrir and the pack had trained her to not be moved by such petty annoyances.
She immediately returned fire, casting a colloshoo hex, sticking his shoes to the ground. He fell face first on the ground, and with his large size, it snapped his wand like a twig. He began to try to fire wandless spells but he really was not good at them. In her own effort to show some sportmanship, she tucked her own wand in her pocket and shifted to wandless spells herself so they were on equal footing. She was, however much better at the wandless spells than he was, and within another minute, she had managed to win the match because she had used an oppugno spell, and she had tried to summon birds, but what she had gotten instead was a number of bats, and this seemed to spook her oversized opponent, causing him to trip over his own feet and fall, knocking himself out entirely.
While the crowd cheered, she stood for a moment, frowning, not intending at all for that to happen. She walked over towards him, picked up both halves of his wand, and as medics loaded her opponent up on a stretcher, she saw the Koldovstoretz headmaster on the sidelines and she returned both halves of the broken wand to him and shook hands to try to show she had intended no ill will. Then she returned to the locker room.
That gained her a few minutes to rest while they did a round of matches without her.
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