[Vireo Archambeau]

A brand new year had started already and for some, it would be their first. For others, like Vireo, it would be their last. It was an odd thing to think about as he got into his duelling stance and flung spells at the target dummy, pressing forward with each step as if he were forcing his opponent to back up. There were whispers already about dark witches and wizards in the magical community. For him, it mattered more than for others what might happen next, not just as a Muggleborn but because he wished to be an Auror.

"Expelliarmus!" The spell shot cleanly from his wand to disarm the fake wand in the dummy's hand but he felt no satisfaction in it. While he was a good dueller in these walls he knew it was not the same as a real battle. In duels here they took turns, there were rules and safety nets. No one here could use dark spells or try to actually kill you. But out there? The seventh-year heaved a sigh as he shook those thoughts away. He didn't need to start the year feeling this way, there was time to prepare and people he could speak to.