The Sorting, Who needs a bloody talking hat?

Niles gulped at the tone in his Headmaster’s voice as he called the Professor and the referee down. He quickly turned and walked out of the shield, and over to his chair beside Zaroc and the chair Tim had once sat in. “Hmmm….”

Professor Nicolae grinned slightly. Finally, something interesting. The stout dueling professor stood with a grunt, patting his robes as he did so to locate his wand in one of the many deep pockets. After finding it he nodded slightly and trundled over to the dueling area, and entered the magical shield. He withdrew his wand and inspected it briefly, nodding with satisfaction upon noting that everything was in order.

Nicolae had never had the pleasure of meeting Fortis in a battle, be it of wits or brawn, and didn't know whether to look forward to it or not. Sure, Nicolae was the dueling professor, but there were those who could best him in a duel.

This man however had bested many-a many-a in duels himself. Jene stood up and removed his jacket, showing once more the gory shirt beneath. His amusement at the reaction to his true face was demonstrated as he took down his own glamours before he even stepped into the shield.

He turned and examined Vchejk. Despite his want of immediate liquor ingestion he took a moment to be nice. He offered his hand to Professor Nic to shake.

Nicolae took Jene's hand and shook it vigorously, grinning all the while. After a few seconds of shaking he realized that he hadn't stopped. He grinned again and shrugged, releasing his grip on Jene's hand. With a nod he stepped back, his face becoming serious. There would be plenty of time to be amiable later.

Jene Heft looked back and forth between the two men for a second. He was trying to gauge them as best he could. Fortis seemed the same as ever, insane. Nic on the other hand didn't seem to be as terrified as Oldew had been. What a wus Oldew was. Would have made his old man angry. Of course, Oldman Oldew was something else as well.

"Alright you two, I want a good bloody duel, lots of blood if you would. Go."

Nicolae grinned. Blood was good. He bowed to his opponent, his hand loosely clutching his wand. Nicolae would normally simply attack like a madman, but he figured that Fortis was somewhat more experienced than himself. It would be a tough fight, and he didn't want to rush into and perhaps risk defeat. Nicolae wasn't one to be overly proud, but he did get annoyed whenever he lost something.