Hogwarts versus Durmstrang pt 2

*Narrator pov*

Stiles was nervous, no that was an understatement, he was beyond nervous almost catatonic, dueling in front of his peers who he sees every day at Hogwarts versus a crowd of random wizards and witches watching his every move? Now that was something he dreaded.

"Why did James talk me into applying for this," he muttered over and over again

It didn't seem to help calm his nerves one bit. His teammates seeing this felt pity for Stiles, a lot rested on his shoulders now.

They needed to tie it up.

It didn't matter if no one expected them to actually win, it mattered that they WANTED to win.

Wanted to win so so bad.

So bad the unthinkable happened, "Suck it up, Marr it isn't that bad once you're up there. It feels like it's only you and your opponent," Evans Rosier said from the side in disdain at the perceived weakness

But to everyone else, it seemed like he was trying to help since James was still getting checked up at the medical tent.

"Fucking hell you are terrible with words," Stiles muttered his American accent sounding strange to those around him

"You sound more American when you're stressed," Lily pointed out with a laugh

Stiles laughed slightly, "Yeah I guess," he shrugged

Soon everyone was chuckling breaking the tense atmosphere looking over at Evan, Stiles gratefully nodded, "Thank you," and he meant it

Evan shook his head, "Don't thank me I just want to win," he sneered

Stiles laughed helplessly, "I will do just that," his voice seemed to gain volume as his confidence grew

"NATALYA IVANOVNA OF DURMSTRANG VERSUS STILES MARR OF HOGWARTS!" the Judge roared in excitement

Once again the crowd exploded In cheers and chants. As Stiles walked toward the platform the shouts seemed to drown him. But the second his foot touched the platform and he was across Natalya his opponent the shouts seemed to fade in the back of his mind.

The only thing that he was concerned about now was winning.

On the frost-kissed dueling platform Stiles felt stronger, he felt alive.

No pleasantries were spoken, Stiles initiated the duel with "Frostwind Whirl," one of the few American spells using the English language he learned, conjuring a swirling gust of icy wind that howled toward Natalya. Undeterred, Natalya countered with "Aquilux Protego," transfiguring the frosty whirlwind into a shimmering shield resembling feathers, warding off the wintry assault.

Stiles, determined to assert his mastery over ice, cast "Glacial Spears," summoning sharp shards of ice that shot towards Natalya. In response, Natalya elegantly flicked her wand, uttering "Butterflora Mutatio," transforming the icy spears into a cascade of vibrant, fluttering butterflies that gracefully danced around her.

As the duel continued, Stiles unleashed "Frozen Bind," another American spell attempting to encase Natalya in a web of icy tendrils. Natalya, quick on her feet, cast "Charmus Levitas," transfiguring the tendrils into buoyant feathers that floated harmlessly away, leaving her untouched.

Stiles, undeterred by Natalya's finesse, conjured a shimmering ice wall with "glacies obice," attempting to block her path. Natalya, with a clever mix of charms and Transfiguration, transformed the ice into a row of animated snowmen that playfully sidestepped the incoming barrier.

Seeing all of his attacks were being rebuffed effortlessly Stiles grit his teeth but right as he went to use another spell Natalya flicked her wand causing the platform to shift, and walls shot up blinding both of the duelists.

Natalya used the walls as protection as she bobbed and weaved toward Stiles. The young Hogwarts wizard walked forward alert, ready to counter-attack at any moment.

"Sibirskiy Strizh!" he heard

Whirling around Stiles saw a arch of frigid wind approaching him, "Repello!" he yelled knowing he couldn't Dodge because of the blocking walls

The arch of sharp wind rebounded off of the shield Stiles used slicing into one of the walls leaving a deep gash.

Stiles gritted his teeth and came to the conclusion he will win at any cost.

He broke from the walls and started to run to find her, no hunt her. His head swiveled looking for his Natalya.

Spotting her blond hair, Stiles spun around the wall and moved his wand in a pattern familiar to the audience, "Zimnyy Udary!" he yelled in poor Russian

Shards of ice flung from his wand streaking through the air toward the enemy duelist. Natalya's eyes widened in surprise as she tried to form a shield.

The shards were too fast by the time the shield was made several shards pierced her skin, "Argh!" she grunted in pain feeling the cold seep into her blood and bones

It felt colder than when Dimitri used the spell.

Stiles didn't stop his wand work, "Zamorozka!" he yelled

Natalya threw herself to the side right as a cube of ice engulfed her previous position.

Now vulnerable Natalya tried to get up but felt slow, felt cold.

"STUPEFY!" she heard

A chill crept down her spine as the Red streak of light bolted toward her.

That was the last thing she saw before she was stunned.

Literally.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

"LETS GO STILES!"

"LETS GO STILES,"

The Hogwarts section erupted in applause and cheers.

"STILES MARR FROM HOGWARTS WINS!" the Judge bellowed

Stiles had a permanent smile on his face as he looked at the crowd and chuckled.

"I did it,"

He did it

"I really did it,"

He really did it

Stiles Marr against all odds won, and now the other duelists need to follow.

"Two to two my friend," Dumbledore said with a jubilant laugh his eyes creasing in joy as a smile blossomed on his aged face

Ivan scowled, "Impressive, I didn't know Hogwarts taught Russian spells," he spat

"I didn't know we did either, Stiles must have picked them up," Albus replied lightly

Morpheus who showed up around mid-way through the duel chuckled, "Wow he's already so proficient in both spells when he saw them for the first time today? What a talent," he lamented loudly

Everyone in the room couldn't believe the talent of Stiles Marr. Ivan looked displeased out of competitiveness but, one of the Durmstrang professors showed a different expression one that Morpheus had been looking for.

Greed.

Unmistakeable greed. As if the women had to study Stiles right then and there.

Morpheus hummed a mischievous smirk forming on his face. He shook his head knowing it wasn't the right time and walked over the Abara and Yowie.

"The students you trained are impressive you should be proud," Morpheus said with a genuine smile

"Thank you," Both of them said in unison

"Truly, it's amazing to see them duel in an environment such as this I can imagine how much they are learning," Abara said with some fascination

"They are performing well, better than I thought it seems they have been practicing on their own," Yowie added proudly

"Indeed, shame James lost," Morpheus replied

"Aye, but he put up a hell of a fight," Yowie replied then smirked, "Those shield spell recommendations seemed to pay off thank you,"

Morpheus laughed, "My pleasure," school spirit and all of that

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