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.