The powdery smell that the explosions left behind after being casted filled the air, pairing with the bitter sniff of sweat that was covering your forehead. As your hand dropped to your side, huffing softly to catch your breath, Sebastian hunched over his knees to do the same -though his guard never came down.

Wrapped around the wood of your wand, your fingers tightened slightly, before slacking once more as you slumped back against the nearest column, utterly exhausted.

The duel had been going on for hours, and what was meant to be a friendly practice, turned out to be a rather risky toss of powerful spells that grew more careless with each cast- not without a reason, anyway.-

It started as casual teasing, nothing out of the ordinary, as it may seem. But when the words started to get frustrating, and things escalated enough for him to drop a comment or two about a topic he knew sensitive to you, you would not be the better person by settling in for being insulted.

And may or may have not said some cruel comments about certain sister.

The scratches and minor wounds in your arms and torso stung, the scorched bits of the cloak still emanating a faint trail of smoke that curled upwards and disappeared into the cold night air. The curfew was long forgotten between the heated silence- the one before the storm, as some would say.

And it didn´t last long, before you caught him straightening up once more, hand flicking upwards to shake the wand in his grip.