Severus dodged Potter’s spell just in time to send a returning attack.
Severus’s blood boiled at the mention of his true colors. He had had this very same discussion with Lily earlier that day, the reason for his even less than pleasant demeanor. Severus was…
Although he hated himself for talking bad about Lily, Severus couldn’t focus on anything but his hatred for Potter. This was the duel he had been waiting for. That small sacrifice did its job. Potter was fuming, which only heightened Severus excitement. The year had been too tame between the two boys. Now that it was happening, now that Potter was fighting back, this was the kick that Severus desired.
Severus swerved through spell after spell, repelled them when he could, shot more back as he found opportunity. “CONFRINGO!”
Severus attempted to blast a an enforcing charm on Potter’s head (as if he needed help in that department) but the rain through off his aim, causing it to enlarge the central fountain, spewing more water onto the two. It was starting to pour to the point of obscured vision. Not that it mattered much to the Slytherin. He continued to shoot off curses without much regard for his surroundings.
“Scared of a little rain, Potter?”
Lightning flashed across the black background. The sky opened up on the duelists, the storm intenisfying with their fight.