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</div>"The Forbidden Forest is called such for a reason." Almeda replied, crossing one leg over the other. "It's mostly off limits and quite dangerous from what I know. All sorts of very territorial creatures live in it. You'll probably go in there as part of a class study if at all. You sneak in if you'd like, but.." she smirked, looking almost cruel. "It's unlikely they'll find much of you. What they do find is in pieces. Always a fun article in the Hogwarts Gazette on a cold winter morning."<br/><br/>Almeda adjusted her robes, making sure the dress was properly fitted, and tightening the dark green sash around her fur robes that held her outfit together. Taking out a small hand mirror and some makeup, she began adjusting that too, before noticing Blesk had asked another question. Almeda really wasn't used to people just hanging around like that anyway. Nor had Blesk really earned her undivided attention, but politeness was something easy enough to feign. At least this was a subject she enjoyed.<br/><br/>"Dueling isn't difficult, at least for me. You cast spells until the other person loses. We have strict rules on how far you can go, but most duels are won through knowledge and creativity." Almeda took out her wand - a little over half a foot, it was made of polished red oak, with a handle carved into a thick spiral. Most striking was the small butterfly carved out of a sapphire at the end of the handle. It was a far more ornate wand than normal. "Most will say that different types of wands are more suited for dueling than others. In truth, it depends more on the person - which can influence the wand itself - and trying to attribute success to the wand is akin to saying a professional quidditch player is only as good as their broom. Skill, reflexes, knowledge, all these matter. The wand is just the tool."<br/><br/>Sean entered back in, then, tossing Blesk a few dark chocolate frogs and having a seat, handing a few others to Almeda. She gave him a peck on the cheek as thanks, and the two paused before opening. "Right, so...first pull?" Sean asked. Almeda nodded and the two opened them at the same time, chewing down the ribbiting chocolate frogs before comparing the cards they got. They then proceeded to do the same for the next three.<br/><br/>"Well, well. Paracelsus. You've been needing to round out your deck with a healer, right? But this is a pretty rare one and all..." Sean raised an eyebrow at Almeda. She narrowed her eyes. "If you're offering...but what did you want in exchange? Let me guess, the Fafnir? I recall you were playing Dragons recently."<br/><br/>Sean grinned and nodded. Almeda opened her trunk and reached in, rummaging, before bringing out a small black leather pouch, from which she took out another card, one that was lined with a shiny purple border, trading it for Sean's gold-bordered card.<br/><br/>"Oy, Blesk." Sean deigned to use her name. "You got any good ones?"