Finn sat down in the snow and started lacing up his skates. One of his favorite past times was ice hockey. He stood up and took his stick and started hitting his puck around. The lake was ideal for practicing his slap shot, as there was nobody to kill, and he could just summon the puck back.

Simner happened to be skating across the ice as he saw a puck whiz right past his face. He jumped back and fell over onto the cold hard ice. He looked up about to yell at who ever had sent the slap shot across the lake. He saw who it was and decided better of it. He knew Finn and decided it was probably best not to say anything. Though he very much wanted to give him a piece of his mind.

Finn was somewhat shocked at the reaction of Simner. He seemed rather uneffected. The shot could have killed him... Finn didn't need it, but shouted out, "Little help please?" He wanted to see Sim try to throw the puck back. He never did seem the athletic type to Finn, but neither did most of the kids at the school. Maybe he would be surprised by Sim's athletic ability. , doubtful, or perhaps he would laugh at his girly throw.

Simner looked at the puck that was now about ten feet away from him like it was the devil. He decided to get up with a grunt. He grabbed the puck and threw it across the ice with a throw that he believed Finn would give him a run for his money. Simner had played chaser for the Hufflepuff team since his 3rd year. He had even been made Capitan in his 7th year. Soon after he threw the puck he lost his balance and fell back on his rump. He began to chuckle to himself.

Finn chuckled when Sim fell down. He felt guilty about laughing. Schadenfreude... Taking joy in the suffering of others... It was pretty sick, but it was hilarious at the same time. As for the toss, Finn picked up his stick and knocked it down. "Thanks a lot..." Finn called out sarcastically, "Hope your butt's okay..." He laughed at this comment. He knew sim was probably alright, but needed to say it anyways.

*Simner took a deep breath. He didn't want to start a fight, but at the same second. He really did. Because of this he wanted to send back a couple snide comments.* "It's fine, " *Simner said, with a grunt* " Watch where you are shooting that thing... some day it might get you into a lot of trouble." *Simner knew this sounded foolish, but it was for added dramatic effect*

"Okay," Finn said with a sarcastic grin, "I'll try to be more careful next time..." Finn took another swing, this time, aiming for Simner. Nobody was going to tell him he couldn't do something he loved. Especially someone he despised...

*Simner almost missed being hit by the puck but got hit hard in the side by it. He pulled his wand from his robe and pointed it at Finn.* "Expelliarmus!" *He yelled, a silver jet emerging from the tip of his wand and shotting at Finnigan. The jet from his wand was shooting toward the hockey stick.*

Finn let his stick go. He could find another. Instead, he drew his wand. "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get. Give me back my f*cking stick." He held his wand up, giving him a chance to surrender the stick.

"Why should I give it back? You tried to hit me!" *He said, having his wand raised in dueling position.* "Or maybe it's just your poor and pathetic skills at hockey:" *Simner didn't really care to be nice anymore. Or even to try.. He stood on the stick in triumph. His eyes narrowed gazing at Finn.*

Finn looked down on him. "If that's how you want it..." Finn drew his wand. He was one of the most experienced duelists at school, winning nearly every tournament since the Luciers left school. "If you wanna fight like a b*tch... That's fine with me!" Finn silently began melting the ice near where Sim was standing. He wanted to give him one more chance before he finished what he started.

* Simner looked at Finn. Simner knew Finn must be doing a spell. Being a empath he knew Finn was doing something that was to put Simner in danger. He could feel the emotion radiating off Finn. He began walking toward Finn to bow. he thought that even if Finn was being rude it would be polite to honor the guidelines of dueling. * "Come now, "*Simner said, in a sickly sweet voice* "The least you could do is give me the same respect as I am giving you" * he said referring to the bowing.*

"Go to hell Simner..." Finn, having empath abilities believed it to be cheating to use them during a duel, "He flicked his wand at Simner, not really considering a spell. He didn't want hurt him. He just wanted to put him on the defensive just in case... He knew sim was weak... He was great at healing magic, something Finn would never learn, but simner would never win a duel against him.. "I could crush you like a bug if you want to..."

*Simner flinched when Finn flicked his wand. Once he realized that nothing happened he relaxed. He laughed in an evil way.* "I have been trained by one of the darked wizards known to man, Egbert Wittle, don't think I will spare you any mercy," *Simner said with a smile. He knew he could crush Finn if he wanted to. he inclined his body in the slightest bow and walked back to where he was standing before. When he took his first step onto the spot where he had been standing his leg quickly plunged through the sharp ice and into the frozen water. Simner gasped, feeling the icy water seeping through his robes onto his flesh. He was struggling to get out. This only caused Simner to get wedged in further. Simner spun with his leg still deep in the hole of ice and water and pointed his wand directly at Finn. "Locomorter Mortus!" He yelled as a jet of light spit from the tip of his wand. He didn't want to do any serious harm to Finn. If he did he could seriously lose his job, but he was almost coming to the point where he didn't care what happened to him as long as he could hurt Finnigan, and badly.

"Wittle?" Finn laughed hysterically, "He's a fairy princess compared to the magic I know..." Finn started to skate away when he was struck in the back with the leg locker charm. He continued to slid, having no movement in his legs. He sat down, and performed the counter jinx to it, freeing himself. FInn laughed as well as he could anyways. "Have fun with your swim Sim..." Finn skated to the shore and continued to try to melt the ice. It was real slow going.

*Simner finally was able to lift himself out of the hole he was stuck in. He pointed his wand once more at Finn and yelled * "Crucio!" *The spell soared towards Finn. Simner didn't care about anything anymore. Simner had done nothing for Finn to hate him initially. Simner knew Finn was a little head strong, but Simner didn't think he could do any real harm.*

Finn felt a small shock, like being stung by a bee. "You're weak Farden... If that's your best, I'm sorry..." Finn unlaced his skates, and put on his street shoes. "If you want some help getting out of there, using an unforgivable isn't the best way to go about it... I just hope your your sake the squid is sleeping..."

OOC:Simner is already out of the hole.

IC:

*Simner kept advancing towards Finn. His wand was still raised high. Simner wondered how Finn was able to deflect his curse. He knew he wasn't the strongest duelest, but he wasn't week either. His other choice aside from healing had been auror.* "Expelliarmus!" *Simner yelled, not knowing he had even uttered a word.*

OOC: Okay... he was still on the ice though right?

BIC: Finn figured that at some point, Simner would try to stab him in the back. This was not that point. Finn went flying, further onto the shore. His wand flew in the other direction. "What's with the cheap shots?" Finn yelled from a few feet away, "What happened to being honorable? Throw that right out the f*cking window?"

OOC: He is coming off the ice towards the shore.

IC:

*Simner kept on advancing.* "I don't remember every stopping our 'duel' I don't see why you should think we did?" *Simner said, with a tone of cruelty. Finn had been less than honorable to Simner. Why should he be honorable back. * "Golden rule, Darling" * Simner said in a very sickly sweet voice.*

Finn bent down to pick up his wand. Finn gave him a cold look. Everyone hated him, why did it matter if Simner did. "You used an unforgivible... I own you... I don't think headmaster Harshing likes you to begin with..." Finn sneered, "I think you would be in a lot of trouble... Maybe you would be barred from school... You couldn't work in the hospital here..." Finn laughed, knowing he had probably struck a nerve with Sim, "I would probably put my wand away if I were you... Then again, I'm not spineless..."

*Simner cackled* "You think that absurd job means anything to me anymore? You think I care what headmaster Harshing thinks?" *Simner said, mockingly.* "Well news flash, I don't care... everything that I have been living for is gone. EVERYTHING!" *Simner didn't realize he was yelling so loud. He was scared, angry and he didn't know in the least what to do. He still had his wand raised high in the air.*

"Put it down Simner." Finn warned. He didn't want to hurt him... He had no reason to. He wanted to go straight to Harshing... He wasn't a b*tch though... "Put it down and shut your mouth." Finn started to walk towards the castle. He still hadn't decided if he was going to tell on Simner... He figured that Harshing already knew...

*Simner began to lower his wand. He honestly didn't want to kill Finn. Just to teach him a lesson on how to not be the spoiled brat he was. Simner hadn't started the fight. But he would sure as heck finish it if he needed to.* "All right, Tatupu" *He said, warningly* " I will let you off easy this time.... but if you ever come near me again you will be opening up a very messy can of worms." *Simner lowered his wand completely, but was ready to raise it at the drop of a pin.*

Finn grinned. A can of worms? Yeah right... Finn didn't need a murder charge to go along with his other crimes... Finn continued up the path to the castle. He knew he was going to tell Harshing about what Simner did now... He deserved it... He was too arrogant.

*Simner smiled a cocky smile. He was glad the fight was over. But deep down he yearned for more. He wanted to rip Finn limb from limb until he was no longer alive. Suddenly Simner realized how crazy he sounded. The old Simner would never want to do that to a person. Simner suddenly realized... he had changed.*