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  1. Lindsey

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    Welcome to the 2024 Q3 Bitesize Competition - Week 3 & 4

    Topic(s): Duel

    Word count: Under 2500 words (recommended 1500)

    Bitesize writing competitions will differ from our typical writing competitions. When we do bitesize writing competitions, each small prompt will have around five days for everyone to write a scene (or even just a sentence). During the weekend, we will compare and review each others entries. None of these prompts should take more than 2500 words to write. If you have no interest in even wanting to write, don't vote.

    Deadline: Saturday, October 12th at 11:59pm (23:59) PST

    Discussion: Sunday, October 13th

    Send your scenes/sentences to @Lindsey once you're done. You can have up to TWO entries. On the day they are due, I will post all the entries in a single post. During the weekend, we can discuss each others entries and how to improve them.

    Voting Rules
    We will not have official voting like normal competitions. Instead we will have a discussion on how to improve the scenes. If you wish, you can pick your favorite entry.

    Got an idea for a future prompt? Put it in this thread!
     
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    Entry One
    "Again," he said, touching the tip of his wand to the splotch of paint that was covering his chest. The paint gathered itself into a little ball of bright pink that he threw to the side of the room, barely even enjoying the way it splashed against the dark, dreary walls.

    Sirius shrugged.

    "Suit yourself," he said, then grinned. "Try to make it a little more of a challenge, though. You barely even reacted to those last few. So much for Seeker reflexes, huh?"

    "The timing's hard," Harry protested.

    "Only because you're trying to do something you don't have the skills for," Sirius pointed out.

    "Dumbledore did it," Harry said. "So it's possible. I feel like I'm on the brink of figuring it out, I just need to figure out the trick..."

    "Dumbledore did it," Sirius echoed. "You're not Dumbledore, Harry. Not yet, anyway. Though maybe if you stopped cleaning up all the paint I keep hitting you with..."

    Harry groaned. "Let's just get back to it."

    Still grinning, Sirius went back into position.

    Of all the wizards that Harry knew, Sirius was the one who had had the most classical training, and it showed in the way he led off. He stood in side profile, both feet point forwards, and with his wand tip pointed forwards so that he could easily move into any casting position he wanted to. Sirius' entire menu was curses, curses, and more curses, with occasionally some minor transfiguration work when he figured he could get away with it.

    He got away with it a lot.

    Taking a breath while he still remembered to, Harry let his wand fall to the side, holding it ready in a loose grip. He hoped he looked more ready than he felt, because so far he'd had a day full of failures that hadn't taught him anything at all.

    Sirius took the first move, and his first spell was a bolt of bright blue that Sirius didn't bother calling out the incantation for, then he followed it up with a sparkling red jet of light that Harry recognized as a variant of a Babbling Curse.

    That first curse would miss him easily, so Harry focused instead on the second. It reached him before he could do more than mumble Protego, and the shimmering shield barely flickered into being before the curse hit it and it was nearly gone again.

    Harry took a step forward. Sirius' reflexes had dulled after years in Azkaban, and Harry's hadn't, so the closer he got the better he would do.

    With a hissed Accio, one of the blocks next to Sirius began to drag itself across the floor towards Harry, but it was too slow and too obvious. Sirius raised an eyebrow, flicked off a quick Jelly-Fingers curse, and then used the backswing of that wand movement to begin a quick transfiguration of the block Harry had just tried to Summon.

    Letting his barely-there shield soak up the dark-red curse, Harry took another, quick breath, then shouted "Reducto!"

    A small dog had formed itself out of the clay block, though, and while the block behind it was blasted back, the little dog shook its head and charged at Harry. It was a chihuahua or something, a rat-like little critter that Aunt Petunia might love. Harry ended it with another Blasting Curse.

    That left him on the back foot against Sirius, though, who capitalized eagerly. A flurry of curses began to rain down, a spell-chain that'd see Harry paralyzed, blind and humiliated in short order.

    Harry clenched his teeth. Come on, he thought, and cast another shield. He'd thought ahead this time, though, and instead of appearing directly in front of him he'd managed to have it construct itself two feet in front of him. It took more concentration that way, but it allowed him to inch his way forward, little by little, as Sirius began to really let loose.

    His shield held, but only for now. It blazed with a thick light where the rain of spells hit it, until Sirius twirled his wand into a quick, choppy figure-eight pattern. Harry dropped the shield as quickly as he could, because he'd been hit with enough shield-breakers to recognize them immediately, and at the same time he allowed a dark purple spell to soar past and soak into the walls.

    Stabbing his own wand forward he let loose a quick Stunner offhandedly, then made a guess and stepped to Sirius' left.

    He'd guessed correctly, because the shield-breaker flew quite a bit past him and blew a hole in one of the windows. Below he heard Kreacher give a pained little shriek as the house-elf felt the pain of the house he was connected to, but on the other hand Sirius just grinned and ignored Harry's stunner flying past.

    Harry tried another transfiguration, trying to crush the growing frustration inside of him that Sirius was dominating the duel again, and had to abort abruptly when Sirius sent a Tongue-Tying Curse at him.

    "Protego!" he called, cursed at himself for not repeating the trick with the shield, and then had to hunker down while Sirius worked his way through another chain of spells.

    He sat there, panting, like a sitting duck while Sirius unloaded on him, three spells flying at him in the time it took him to cast two. Anger at himself growing, he stewed in it for a moment more and then decided to just go for it, even if the moment didn't feel right to him.

    Judging the spells carefully, he waited for the heartbeat in between spells - a Conjunctivis curse and a Leg-locker. After that, Sirius'd probably try another shieldbreaker, giving him just a bit more breathing room. The Leglocker's bright flash sped towards him as Harry reached out for it with his wand. Come on, he insisted. Come on!

    Then he dropped his shield and held his breath.

    The spell rushed towards him, slammed into him - and then he held it at bay with the tip of his wand, letting it rest there for only the slightest moment. A thrill ran through him as the spell started to bleed over slightly into his wand, and he could feel its intent to lock his legs together seep deeper into his mind. If he let it, it'd take effect any moment now.

    He'd done the first part. Now came the harder part.

    Instead, he pushed his wand forward and roared the first spell that came to mind, letting the intent wash through his mind.

    "Expelliarmus!" he shouted. Instead of just one, the moment he finished his wand flick, two spells launched at the same time, the scarlet of the Disarming Charm mingling with the Leg-locker's blue until they melted together into one streak of blended blue and red that slammed into Sirius' quick shield.

    "Huh," Sirius managed, watching the purple creep over his shield like a living thing, too surprised to seem worried. His wand drooped a little as his eyes flicked up at Harry again. "You -"

    Then the entire thing exploded into a violet flash so suddenly and violently that Sirius slammed into the far wall and Harry had to grit his teeth against the sudden blast of air, despite the distance between them.

    After a moment, Harry remembered to lower his wand again and hurried over to Sirius, who had slid down the wall and collapsed onto his arse. His wand had flown from his hand and rolled underneath one of the desks they'd put aside when they'd started their duelling sessions.

    "You alright?" Harry called urgently. His elation at having finally succeeded at parrying a curse by sending it back had been crushed by the sudden guilt. What had he been thinking? If Sirius got hurt...

    Sirius groaned loudly. "Can't feel my legs," he mumbled. "I hope that's the Leg-locker."

    He stared, a little fuzzy-eyed, at Harry, while Harry was quickly trying to cast the counter-curse to the Leg-locker. Surprise, pride, and a little pain warred in Sirius' expression, though that was replaced with a deep wince when he tried to stand up.

    "Well," he managed. "I guess I was wrong. You did have the skills for it."

    Entry Two

    “Stupefy!” shouted Lily, trying to catch out an unmasked Evan Rosier as he jumped dramatically and very much aided by magic over the tracks, heading for the southbound platform, for Moody and the muggles. She missed, and then had to duck as a hex soared past her. The spells exploded around and above her, showing off the curves of her shield charm, eruption of colours amplified by Farringdon station’s glass ceiling and the crimson backdrop painted by the setting sun.

    There were several more cracks of apparition on the southbound platform, and Lily saw Peter’s anxious face as he sent stunning spells in every which direction, almost hitting Moody. Death Eaters had apparated to both platforms now, and Moody and Peter had their work cut out for them. The muggles were visible behind a latticework of gleaming metal and magic in the corner of the platform, Moody’s spellwork keeping them safe for the time being. Lily sent another stunning spell towards Rosier, who was doing his utmost to take down Moody. She missed again and prepared to apparate to the other side.

    The train station loudspeakers crackled into life, and Lily recognized Sturgis Podmore’s voice as he, with unreal calm, explained that Farringdon station was under attack, everybody needed to evacuate, and no trains would be allowed to enter the station. At the same time, however, the tell-tale rush of air of the tube was heard, and the next northbound train pulled into the station in complete disregard of Podmore.

    Lily had abandoned her disapparition plans and begun locking the doors magically long before the train came to a stop, running along it as fast as she could. Behind her she heard Marlene and Benjy doing the same, jinxes and curses still whizzing past, colliding loudly with the train. A few of the middle car doors opened before anyone got to them, but mercifully the passengers stayed put. Not even the most adamant muggle commuter could’ve wrangled their way through this.

    Lily saw Death Eaters fighting with renewed vigour, desperate to get closer to the stationary train and the muggles within. A mild explosive curse hit just outside one of the open doors to the accompaniment of worried screams, but Lily couldn’t see any real damage.

    Then a shout of glee sounded just in front of her by the locomotive. A Death Eater blasted the door open, and before Lily could do anything a dead body fell out, blood all over his uniform. Heart in her throat and blood pounding in her ears, Lily leapt to the door sending a tripping jinx into the large opening, just as it started moving again. There was a grunt and a body slammed to the floor, and Lily didn’t hesitate but jumped into the locomotive. Her left hand got hit by a nasty, skin flaying hex, but she overpowered the single Death Eater before she had even registered the pain. After a full body-bind curse aimed at the man on the floor, she cradled her hand and stared down the empty driver’s seat. The train was rattling forwards through its tunnel at a leisurely pace, and Lily needed to figure out how to drive it.

    “Merlin’s unwashed petticoat,” she grumbled incoherently, memories of Marlene’s and Dorcas’s attempts to teach her wizarding sayings surfacing unhelpfully. She’d never quite gotten the hang of it.

    Stepping forcefully on the Death Eater’s masked face (no sound, not even a grunt) she took the seat, noting the thermos and half-eaten sandwich the driver had been forced to abandon. There were several buttons, a small wheel and two levers, also something that looked like a speaker or a walkie talkie. Fortunately, one of the buttons was labelled ‘emergency stop’, and Lily didn’t hesitate to press it. There was already light, though, and blinking into it her train rattled into the much larger King’s Cross station. There was an oily, burnt smell, and the piercing groan of grinding metal, but the train stopped in a way that left only the first two cars by the platform, the rest of the train still in the tunnel.

    Lily took hold of the thing that looked like a walkie talkie connected by a thick curly cord to the panel and tried to think of what to say to calm the passengers down. Then the screaming started, but it was not coming from her train. The commuters on the platform were running and crying, bodies collapsing left and right.

    A long-limbed man in a black cloak was striding towards her. He had immaculate, dark hair and his face was whiter than a skeleton's. His eyes were flashing red like in a badly developed muggle photograph.

    “This is not over yet,” Lily found herself saying into the speaker, hoping her passengers could hear her. “There’s a man the police are looking for, believed to be IRA, he’s trying to get on this train with a gun.” Voldemort was alone on the platform now, alone with dozens of corpses. Lily could hear an official message over the loudspeakers at the platform, everyone was being told to evacuate King’s Cross immediately. “I need all of you to hide in the last car on this train.”

    Lily dropped the microphone and fumbled behind her for the door handle. She pulled and pushed ineffectually with her damaged hand, keeping her panic at bay, wand steady in her other hand. Finally, with a twist, the door opened, and she pushed through, hearing glass breaking when the first curse hit as she pushed the door shut.

    “Duro!” Lily roared, putting all her might into the spell, a rasping noise coming directly from the walls of the car as they turned to stone. She ran through the empty car and into the next one, slamming the door shut and repeating the spell that turned the car into stone, then doing the same for the door and the windows. She had barely gotten through to the third car, which still contained a few frightened passengers, when a blast like a bomb sounded. Crashing to the floor with the wave of power from Voldemort’s spell, it took Lily seconds to discover which way was up and which way, if any, she could escape from. Squinting and coughing through the burning dust, she realized she was staring straight at the edge of the platform, dark shapes whirling among debris, a sole set of footsteps… the first two tube cars had been blown up.

    There was the sound of dozens of people apparating on the King’s Cross side, and Lily had no idea if they were friend or foe. The rubble was clearing and she caught Voldemort’s eye for a second time. A sneer twisted his features momentarily before he conjured fire and disapparated. A fire that engulfed the car in seconds, hotter and more powerful than anything Lily had ever experienced.

    She almost felt as if she wasted the seconds it took to perform a bubblehead charm on herself and the others in the car, but her decision proved valid as the passengers were able to get back up from the floor, no longer coughing and retching from the fire and the smoke, able to stumble into the next car in an orderly queue, patting hems of smouldering clothing or strands of hair as they went. Rarely had Lily been prouder of her countrymen than today. She left the car last, buzzing with adrenalin, sweating profusely and with scorched feet, her plimsols not at all designed for walking through infernos.

    Entry Three
    "Oh," murmured Bellatrix. "You do know the etiquette of dueling, don't you? Hogwarts hasn't fallen to such low standards, has it?"
    She bent forward slightly, her silver eyes watching Harry's every move. The wand in her right hand twitched in anticipation.

    Harry stiffened.

    “Must we repeat what happened in the graveyard? The Dark Lord has told me all about it,” said Bellatrix, her fleeting expression of satisfaction replaced by a look of outrage. “I was trying so hard to be kind as well. You would not like it when I am angry.”

    For his freedom, he would set aside his pride, and so Harry bowed — his face taut and his fingernails digging into his palms and desperately grasping onto his wand.

    “Diffindo!”

    The invisible spell shot through the air as Harry retreated from the bow and a few feet to the side, calling out another Severing Charm.
    He barely watched Bellatrix raise a translucent shield, absorbing the impact of the two spells, before Harry launching a series of attacks.
    One of his Bombarda Charms went wide, causing splinters of wood to rain upon the floor. The other spells; a mixture of Severing and Bombarda charms were easily blocked with a swish of Bellatrix's wand.

    “Do you really think you could hurt me with these first-year spells?” The Dark Lord's most loyal follower taunted. “Are you really so weak, Harry?” She took a step to the right, allowing a red-tinted spell to pass by. “— using spells that were designed to not tear into human flesh —?”

    “Confringo!” Harry shouted, the Blasting Curse hurling from his wand— only to be disintegrated mere feet from her wand.

    “Incendio!” The spell was torn apart, the flames sputtering and dying.

    With a wordless snarl, Harry sent forth a barrage of spells, Blasting, Flame and Reductor Curses, while moving across the alleyway, looking for any opening or an escape route. Bellatrix never even moved as she tore apart or redirected every curse. Not even a single spell neared him.
    Becoming aggravated, and seeing Narcissa block the only other exit, Harry turned towards the walls, summoning the lanterns one by one and banishing them towards Bellatrix. The alley way grew progressively darker as the sources of light were slammed into the walls with a flick of Bellatrix's wand.

    Harry could hear flames crackling as he panted for air. A wooden crate resting against the stone wall was aflame.

    “You are weak.” said Bellatrix, taking his first step forward since the fight began. “Are you already giving up?”

    “Never,” said Harry, banishing the fiery debris towards Voldemort. With a simple wave of his wand, the wooden pieces exploded outwards. Harry dived to the floor to escape the flying splinters.

    He angrily pushed himself to his elbows, small wood chips falling to the ground as he moved.

    “Useless.” The Bellatrix stood in front of him, staring down with a sneer fitting on her face like a princess looking down on a peasant.

    With seeker reflexes, Harry rolled and furiously shouted, “Confringo!”

    The roar of magic leaped towards Bellatrix, causing his hand to buckle and grasp his wand tighter as the fury of his magic soared out of him. There was little time to do anything but watch, yet a near opaque shield formed around Bellatrix, leaving not an ounce of her skin exposed. His spell ricocheted off the shield and settled on the floor.

    “I was hoping for a challenge for once. Apparently, this was nothing more than a foolish dream." Bellatrix sighed. "Shame. I had heard all about your adventures in Azkaban. It must have been lies. You are nothing. Less than a Mudblood."

    The alleyway was beginning to fill with smoke as Harry pulled himself from the ground.

    Bellatrix, with a full mouth grin exposing her rotting teeth, did not even bother looking at the wand. "I am the Dark Lord's most trusted. He was the one who brought me into the fold, taught me everything I knew. You are nothing without him, just look at you. You can't even make a poor woman bleed."

    Bellatrix threw back her laugh as Harry grasped his wand tighter. Damn her, damn her all.

    The rage lingered in the depths of his stomach, slowly growing as it ate the anger and worry. He barely knew any magic compared to Voldemort or Dumbledore, yet they all wanted him. He could not escape, and he was sick of it.

    “Scindio!” bellowed Harry, releasing the anger bubbling in his stomach. He slashed his wand downward.

    The Rendering Curse slammed into Bellatrix’s shield as if it were a sword, ringing the alley with a sharp and distinct sound. The near transparent spell slid down the maintained magical barrier.

    Damn those shields!

    Moving to the right, Harry attempted a shield breaker, he saw in The Aurors' Guidebook, and watched it fail dramatically — not even managing to dent the shield.

    His anger molded his magic, as he roared out another harmful curse, “Perseco!” He wanted to see Bellatrix’s blood dripping on the ground, her face in agony.

    But Bellatrix parried the curse, sending it blasting into the cobblestone wall.

    Harry began another series of attacks, using spells he had assumed he would never use. Yet, nothing went through. Bellatrix, with no help from Narcissa, managed to block, avoid or parried, every curse he sent.

    Harry went to something beyond anger and suddenly everything seemed bright and sharp and clear. It was like passing through fire to reach ice. He was numb to everything in the world except to cause this monster pain. This is what hate felt like. The old journal popped into his mind.

    …she re-lived every curse, every injury and every emotional pain I had ever experienced…

    He twisted his wand into a complex pattern and thought about the pain Bellatrix and Voldemort had put him through.

    “Arderus Memoriam!”

    “Enough!” There was a loud POP and Harry flew backwards. He slammed into the ground with his wand escaping his wand and being flung out of his hand. He breathed heavily, as he watched the broken planks of an old crate be consumed with flames. Bellatrix approached him with a smile, leaning over his prone and sprawled body.

    Bellatrix seemed to waiver between anger and amusement, her eyes flashing and her hand on his wand tightening as she slowly broke into a grin. “Do you feel changed, Harry — as if you were tainted by the Dark spells you used? Of course not. There is no good or evil in magic, just intent, Harry Potter.”

    Harry turned and dived for his wand. Bellatrix slashed her wand in the air; Harry, whipped with what seemed to be a leash, struck him across the chest. He was forced backwards and into the wooden floor. For a singular moment, the breath seemed to have been gone from his body. Harry struggled to sit up but found himself unable. His head still swimming from the contact with the ground, he saw Bellatrix standing before him, her wand steadily pointing at him.

    “Though I admire your determination… In, it is quite fair to say that you have lost. You will stand down, behave and do as I say. I am Bellatrix Lestrange, the Dark Lord's most trusted. It is only right that I should be the one to bring you back to the manor when my Master is preoccupied with far more important matters.”

    With Bellatrix's wand lowering, Harry felt the weight of the spell disappear, allowing him to rise and grasp his wand.

    “You’ve proved yourself once. You duel well, and I am pleasantly surprised at the skill you have with the Dark Arts," said Bellatrix passionately. "If I didn't know better, I would’ve assumed you had tampered with the arts long before now.”

    Harry said nothing, a sense of uneasiness filling him.

    “I will leave you your wand, as you’ll need it tomorrow morning.”

    Bellatrix turned away and lazily flicked her wand. The fires were instantly extinguished, and the broken objects began to fix themselves as if they had never been fighting in an alley.
     
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    General thoughts:

    Three one-on-one duels: two where Harry fights a Black and one where Lily is in an urban combat situation. The first (mine) is set in a room meant for the purpose and is relatively bare of description and things to be described, the other two make more use of the environment to bring the scene to life. Personal foible, I think - could have probably done a more interesting entry set somewhere that wasn't a largely blank room.

    With thrice the usual wordcount, we had the freedom to give our scenes a lot more content. The first largely doesn't, using most of its wordcount on a fight scene that ends in a single "move". The second does so on showing the chaos as the Death Eaters raid a train station (metro station?) before Voldemort walks in and starts showing off. In the third, I honestly think it kind of whiffs as Bellatrix fights Harry for seemingly little reason and then leaves for equally little reason.

    Second thought: secondary objectives in a fight. In fiction people sometimes fight for the hell of it, but we see instead that the fights usually happen for a reason. Whether that's training, a terrorist attack, or... something else that's not entirely clear to me. I think that's good to focus on when you're writing fight scenes: don't lose sight of the objective each of the parties is aiming for, even if that's "just" to put the others down permanently.

    Third thought: the first entry is the only one in which transfiguration is even attempted. Battle scenes can thrive on creativity and inspired use of magic, so it's a bit of a shame that there's little use of indirect attacks, traps, enchantments, etc. Lily, in the second entry, doesn't fight that differently from how Harry did in the first or third: hurling spells, ducking behind shields. I think fighting should have a lot more personal touches, because a fight scene can be excellently used to convey a personality, but I suppose that's not easy in the limited wordcount. Or in general.

    Entry One:

    My entry. Fight scenes aren't a problem for me usually, or I should say: writing them isn't a problem for me. I've heard other people complain that they're hard to write or don't come out that well, but for me they just kinda flow. I suppose that might the result of my general writing style, though, with being low on description and all that. Critiquing myself is, as per usual, kind of difficult and feels more than a little masturbatory, but to continue that particular metaphor, I'll give it a shake.

    I've got three main worries about this piece. Since no one else has reviewed (lazy fucks) I'll lay them out here and maybe they can be used as a jumping-off point.

    The first worry: I bashed this out in the last two days, in two sprints of half an hour each, and then fixed it a little here and there. I've started to wonder if maybe the sprinting has led me to a writing style that allows me to get out a lot of words in the allotted time and maybe if that detracts from actually thinking deeper about the words I'm using or the content I'm putting down.

    The second worry: The idea for this piece started with thinking about the idea of "spellchains". You see them often in fanfics about duelling, where one spell leads directly into another via wand movements. Often that, together with some transfiguration and some elaborate shielding, dodging, ducking and diving, is the end-all-be-all of duelling. What makes someone a better duelist? More spellchains known, more agility shown, to put it reductively.

    In this thing I kind of wanted to go against that. To that end, my idea was to show that the spellchain methodology works but the best wizards are capable of more than that - capable of more than just treating their wands like laser guns that are fire-and-forget-and-(trans)figure. I'm just not sure, though, that I managed that. I leave what the "trick" is too open, maybe. It makes sense to me but it'd also make sense that it wouldn't make sense to anyone who isn't looking at the piece with my frame of mind available.

    The third worry: my intent here was to convey that Sirius is dominating Harry easily until Harry manages to contain Sirius' spell and cause something like a Priori Incantatem but more violent and deliberate. I tried to have that come across by having Sirius mainly throw out spells and easily block off Harry's attempts to do anything, whereas Harry has to pay attention to everything that Sirius throws at him. Is that what the reader gets out of the piece, as well? I hope so.

    Beyond those the usual waffling I do about my own writing and the issues with it that you're all familiar with from previous weeks, I'm sure.

    Entry Two:

    What most stands out to me here is the general sense of chaos. People are fighting, the reader has a few clues as to who's where, people are dying and then there's Voldemort who explodes the train but then moves away right after.

    In that sense (and I realize this is hypocritical) I feel like we're missing something of an emotional component. Chaos can be a lot of things - it can be exciting and thrilling, but it can also be terrifying. Lily sees people die, her friends are fighting for their lives, her husband or boyfriend are out there possibly dead already, but the emotional impact is muted and it doesn't really feel like that's on purpose. Also, the physical impact of her hand's skin being flayed is possibly even more muted.

    Basically I think a couple of stabs at "she tried not to think about -" or "she couldn't let herself think about" might have been a good call. In the same vein of "how I would have done it", I've been told that shorter sentences and paragraphs make for punchier pacing, and I agree with that. Your sentences are placed together into long paragraphs that make the action described in each of the sentences feel smaller to me. You also connect sentences together with "but" or "and" or just a comma that I would've separated into multiple sentences.

    The "Merlin's unwashed petticoat" feels like a line from something where Lily didn't just see a couple of dead bodies and a train is about to get blown to bits. The tone is off, and the little speech she gives a few paragraphs later doesn't quite feel right, either.

    So yeah. Action itself is planned out well and the movements made by each of the characters are sound (except maybe Voldemort would've used Fiendfyre, unless that's implied to be what he's using). I just think some of the writing choices turn this from a knockout blow into a jab.

    Also I honestly guffawed at the phrasing near the start about the curves of Lily's shield charm. That exact phraseology is usually used about a woman's "curves", FYI.

    Entry Three:

    I dunno why, and I don't mean this to be insulting, but it doesn't quite read like English is your first language. There's a certain flow here that sticks in my mental craw, dozens of little choices that come together like a bit of fish stuck between your teeth.

    For instance: "The Dark Lord has told me all about it." or "You would not like it when I am angry." I read those and I think: no, not quite. Almost, unfortunately.

    It's perfectly good English, grammatically. Nonetheless, it doesn't quite "scan". It feels awkward, which disrupts me wanting to read on. Other bits that I thought "oh" about: "Damn her all", the bit where you call Bellatrix Voldemort or refer to her with male pronouns, and the "Rendering" Curse. Rendering is what a graphics card does, you mean "rending".

    I think it might be interesting to compare this to Bellatrix's canon duel with Harry. She taunts him much more there, using baby talk to call him a little bitch who can't do shit, and she's more or less right. She manages to drive Harry so insane with rage and loss that he hits her with an Unforgiveable and even then she shrugs it off. The only thing that makes her panic or lose her flippancy is when she discovers the prophecy was shattered, because that's the mission she got from Voldemort.

    You have the same here but unlike Rowling you don't quite sell it. Bellatrix isn't quite as taunting despite dominating Harry just as easily, you manage to imbue her with far less of that "love to hate her" energy that makes the reader really cheer for Harry. She beats Harry's ass with absurd ease and then... walks off? Narcissa stands there the entire duel doing nothing. Nothing's more important to Bella than Voldemort, so why's she not doing even a token attempt at bringing Potter in for capture and present him bound and gagged to her Lord?

    So yeah. The duel's technically well-plotted, but your writing's not quite up to par.
     
  4. LucyInTheSkye

    LucyInTheSkye Competition Winner CHAMPION ⭐⭐

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    Entry 1

    I love the scene, love the different spells we're treated to, love Sirius and mostly Harry. (One comment on Harry that has nothing to do with duelling is I wonder if he wouldn't show more anger and frustration, rather than lack of belief in his abilities. I think that's how he usually reacts when he feels he can't do something. His worry for Sirius is spot on at the end though.) Good use of expelliarmus. I think you've skillfully avoided the biggest hurdle in scenes like this, which is keepingt it clear what's going on and who's doing it.

    Please take the following with a pinch of salt because when I tried to find a duel scene to submit for this I couldn't find a single one with a one vs one fight and I don't know what problems a theoretical one by me would suffer from. However, my critique would be that you're using too many words to describe what's happening. Usually fight scenes are (according to me) both too long and too difficult to understand, this one was clear as day but not snappy enough. You've got some of the usual suspects for all genres like just and quite and slightly and I'd argue that a duel in particular is the last scene you want to use filler words in, it makes the actions less immediate and cushions the blows the reader too should be feeling.

    There's a few sentences with unneccessary verbs or adjectives/adverbs that do the same as the verb you're using (abort abruptly, but maybe you're going for alliteration? I do like art in my literature.). This advice might be wrong, I'm not sure how English usually does it, but I'd maybe add passive tense into some of the sentences? I'm finding it difficult to express properly but there's inevitably a lot of verbs because of duelling is all actions, but when Harry feels things or when spells have certain effects, some of those are ones I'd express in passive to avoid there being too many verbs and too many things Harry does, like I'd make him the object rather than the one performing everything. Does that make sense at all? :/ Might just be me.

    Something I would do in an edit is scan for "moment". Harry is having too many moments for one scene :)

    Oh an nice balancing of action and dialogue and adding their personalities into their styles and into how you wrote it. All in all liked it a lot.

    Entry 2

    Mine, surprise surprise. It's cut from a longer scene and decently old by now, over five years. I edited it a little to add context to what tube staton they're in, also this:
    This is genuiely something I thought would be funny last week, and I was completely sober when editing. not sure what that says about me. But moving on.

    This is part of a novel length fic I'm rewriting and was the next chapter I was going to begin working on. It has issues but at the same time it wasn't that bad a chapter. I remember spending a lot of time on it originally, not just researching what TFL used to be called in the 70s or what tube wagon are called but like actually spending a lot of time trying to make the fighting good. But yeah, needs work. BTT has all good points except maybe the emotional bit which comes in the scene after the fight is over. My Lily is good at keeping it together until the fight is over.

    Fully agree with this and it's the type of advice I want to incorporate.

    Entry 3

    Is this part of a longer story too? You've got lots of cool new spells here, I'm assuming some of them get a bit of background earlier in the story. It's also a bit confusing when Narcissa and Voldemort are mentioned to be there with them. Like why would Voldemort not be the one dueling Harry if he's there? But I'm asuming it's all explained and not what I should be focusing on.

    I think all three of our entries could be a bit tighter, there are too many words in this one as well but not filler words which makes it different. There's something about the structure of your sentences in some places that's a little bit off, I think maybe that's why it doen't feel fast paced enough. I'd also spend more time on making the dialogue feel real.

    I like the throwback to the occlumency lessons with Snape when Harry enters his memories and is flung backwards into the wall when Snape throws him out of his head.

    I like your plentiful use of shield charms, they're a very natural part of most duels I'd imagine.

    There's something odd about where they are or do I miss them moving somewhere? I'm sure you mention alleyway first but there's a wooden floor towards the end?

    The painful memories thing is great and needs expanded on, ending's a good cliffhanger.
     
  5. Niez

    Niez Seventh Year ⭐⭐

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    I was looking through old discord messages earlier today and it made me a bit nostalgic (InquisitorialSquad4life), so I thought I would make an extra effort for this one. I also saw Lindsey mention that she missed me, and though I appreciate it, the following may remind her that I, at heart, remain a grouch.

    Review proper:

    I think a common problem with writing fight scenes, be them magical or otherwise, is a focus on the mechanics, rather than the story or emotional beats conveyed. It is an odd way to look at these types of scenes, given that you wouldn't apply that logic to anything else in a story (imagine a dialogue scene where the focus is on the character's vocalisation of the words, rather than the information, character, or literally anything else about it). If I were prone to divagations, I'd say something about the marvelisation of cinema, and how seeing Captain America performing backflips for ten minutes is already tedious in a visual format, never mind in writing, but I'll cut to the chase by talking about the best dueling scene in Canon: Voldemort v Dumbledore in the Ministry Atrium at the end of book five.

    “What — ?” said Voldemort, staring around. And then he breathed, “Dumbledore!”

    Harry looked behind him, his heart pounding. Dumbledore was standing in front of the golden gates.

    Voldemort raised his wand and sent another jet of green light at Dumbledore, who turned and was gone in a whirling of his cloak; next second he had reappeared behind Voldemort and waved his wand toward the remnants of the fountain; the other statues sprang to life too. The statue of the witch ran at Bellatrix, who screamed and sent spells streaming uselessly off its chest, before it dived at her, pinning her to the floor. Meanwhile, the goblin and the house- elf scuttled toward the fireplaces set along the wall, and the one-armed centaur galloped at Voldemort, who vanished and reappeared beside the pool.

    The headless statue thrust Harry backward, away from the fight, as Dumbledore advanced on Voldemort and the golden centaur cantered around them both.

    “It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom,” said Dumbledore calmly. “The Aurors are on their way —”

    “By which time I shall be gone, and you dead!” spat Voldemort. He sent another Killing Curse at Dumbledore but missed, instead hitting the security guards desk, which burst into flame.

    Dumbledore flicked his own wand. The force of the spell that emanated from it was such that Harry, though shielded by his stone guard, felt his hair stand on end as it passed, and this time Voldemort was forced to conjure a shining silver shield out of
    thin air to deflect it. The spell, whatever it was, caused no visible damage to the shield, though a deep, gonglike note reverberated from it, an oddly chilling sound...

    You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore?” called Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed over the top of the shield. “Above such brutality, are you?

    “We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom,” Dumbledore said calmly, continuing to walk toward Voldemort as though he had not a fear in the world, as though nothing had happened to interrupt his stroll up the hall. “Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit —”

    There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!” snarled Voldemort.

    “You are quite wrong,” said Dumbledore, still closing in upon Voldemort and speaking as lightly as though they were discussing the matter over drinks. Harry felt scared to see him walking along, undefended, shieldless. He wanted to cry out a warning, but his headless guard kept shunting him backward toward the wall, blocking his every attempt to get out from behind it. “Indeed, your failure to understand that
    there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness —”

    Another jet of green light flew from behind the silver shield. This time it was the one-armed centaur, galloping in front of Dumbledore, that took the blast and shattered into a hundred pieces, but before the fragments had even hit the floor, Dumbledore had drawn back his wand and waved it as though brandishing a whip. A long thin flame flew from the tip; it wrapped itself around Voldemort, shield and all.

    For a moment, it seemed Dumbledore had won, but then the fiery rope became a serpent, which relinquished its hold upon Voldemort at once and turned, hissing furiously, to face Dumbledore. Voldemort vanished. The snake reared from the floor, ready to strike —

    There was a burst of flame in midair above Dumbledore just as Voldemort reappeared, standing on the plinth in the middle of the pool where so recently the five statues had stood.

    “Look out!” Harry yelled.

    But even as he shouted, one more jet of green light had flown at Dumbledore from Voldemort’s wand and the snake had struck —
    Fawkes swooped down in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak wide, and swallowed the jet of green light whole. He burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled, and flightless.

    At the same moment, Dumbledore brandished his wand in one, long, fluid movement — the snake, which had been an instant
    from sinking its fangs into him, flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke; the water in the pool rose up and covered Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass —

    For a few seconds Voldemort was visible only as a dark, rippling, faceless figure, shimmering and indistinct upon the plinth, clearly struggling to throw off the suffocating mass —

    Then he was gone, and the water fell with a crash back into its pool, slopping wildly over the sides, drenching the polished floor.

    “MASTER!” screamed Bellatrix.

    Sure it was over, sure Voldemort had decided to flee, Harry made to run out from behind his statue guard, but Dumbledore bellowed, “Stay where you are, Harry!”

    For the first time, Dumbledore sounded frightened.

    Now, what makes the scene effective, in my view, is certainly not the prose (it is not beyond anything submitted above - HP is a children's book and doesn't pretend otherwise), it's also not the creativity or the 'special effects' (animating the statues is a nice touch but really nothing too crazy) and it's certainly not the mechanics. I mean, there's zero references to wand movements, or spell incantations, or positioning or dueling strategies, or anything of the sort. Granted, there's plenty of other dueling scenes in the books where this is not the case, but that's part of the reason why this one is the best, and why I chose it for this example.

    What makes the scene effective, fundamentally, is that it doesn't lose track of its purpose. The duel itself is not written to convey that indeed, Dumbledore is a Transfiguration's Master, and worthy of being the only wizard Voldemort ever feared, or that Voldemort is truly a menace, in the original meaning of the word, or just to be a spectacle for the reader. All these things are a bonus, and necessary to convey the necessary information in an engaging way. But at heart, this scene advances two fundamental plot points; that Harry is, despite his scar, completely opposite to Voldemort in every way, and, more subtly, that Voldemort is immortal.

    The first point is rather obvious. After all, the duel itself is inconclusive; if you recall, the climax of the scene is Voldemort trying and failing to possess Harry. That is the resolution of the conflict of the whole book. Of how, despite their similarities, and despite their connection, Harry is fundamentally a good person and Voldemort is not, and so it literally pains him to try and take control of his body. From this point onwards, Voldemort will never again try to use their connection against him, which is pretty important because that's what allows Dumbledore to bring Harry up to speed; he cannot confide in him before he is sure Voldemort will not just pluck his secrets out of his mind.

    The second point is more subtle, but in my opinion its phenomenally executed. Remember that at this point in time, both Harry and the reader are (as of yet) unaware of the true reason Dumbledore is not trying kill Voldemort; and it's not because he's a goody two-shoes, it's because there'd be no point. Voldemort at this point is functionally inmortal because of his Horcruxes, and you need to get rid of those first before you even attempt to kill him. This is a fundamental plot element in the entire series, which the reader does not yet know, and yet it's there, smack center in a scene that's supposed to be this epic duel. It's showing vs telling in the best possible way; a subtle clue that you can only appreciate in a second read.

    (Also in a second read, you see the slight dramatic irony in that Voldemort himself does not realize that this is why Dumbledore is not trying to kill him; in his hubris he does not consider the possibility that Dumbledore might know or suspect about his Horcruxes, instead spouting off some nonsense about Dumbledore not being brutal enough, which of course, Dumbledore is wise enough not to dispute.)

    In summary; zero mechanics, zero gratuity, and an incredibly effective scene at progressing the story. It is also precisely 796 words long, which is about half the recommended length for this competition, so that's also relevant for the purpose of my review.

    Now, with that in mind, let's look at the three entries:

    Entry One: Tis unfortunate for me, that the purpose of the scene is the mechanic. I.e. the scene is about learning a new trick that will make Harry a better duelist. In this sense, it is akin to learning a new spell, and so I point once again at Rowling. Throughout the books Harry learns many spells, some of which are pretty important later on at multiple points in the story (Expelliarmus gets the golden star, but the stunner is right up there with it), and seldom does Rowling spend more than a sentence on them. In fact, I believe Harry learns the disarming spell off screen altogether, which means I have to be the guy that asks: why have this scene in your story at all?

    In his many practice sessions with Sirius during the winter holidays, Harry learnt a new dueling technique, which involved momentarily 'catching' your opponent's spell, before sending it back at them. It proved surprisingly effective.

    There, two lines. We can move one, cos time is golden.

    Ok, so I'm being facetious, but my point is that this scene should be doing far more than just giving Harry a minor obstacle to overcome, which he indeed does, in about a thousand words. There are so many avenues to explore here even within what you present; Sirius' frustration at losing his edge after so many years in Azkaban, his sincere, but clumsy attempts to build a connection with his estranged Godson. Maybe Sirius is taking it easy on Harry because he doesn't want to jeopardize their budding relationship, but Harry being the brooding twat that he is on Book Five gets frustrated at this, and then they have a proper domestic about it, before they reconcile by Sirius teaching him the trick. I don't know, that's one idea. But having anything I can hold on to, that's going to make me engaged in a more emotional level, would be a substantial improvement on what you have here.

    I mean, and not to belabor the point, recall that the only spell Harry learns which Rowling spends any modicum of time fleshing out is the Patronus charm. But the scenes in which Harry is learning the Patronus are never only about learning the mechanics of the Patronus; the incantation, the wand movement, what have you. They're scenes that explore Lupin's, and thus Harry's past, the marauders, their shared grief, Harry's similarities to his father, etc. etc. And even then, if you put them altogether, they probably don't amount to more than a few pages.

    Conclusion: Nothing wrong with it, other than the fact that it's missing several elements to be a 'full' scene.

    Well, I lied, there's another thing:

    Sniffing all the paint I keep hitting you with? I presume that's what you mean to write otherwise I have no clue as to the sentiment expressed here.

    Entry Two: This one is even more egregious, because the scene doesn't seem to have any purpose whatsoever. It's pure spectacle, pure mechanics. And if I hope something is clear by now, is that I really don't like mechanics. I just can't picture them tbh. To me, actions scenes that aren't crips and clear are just word salads. But maybe that's a me thing.

    To be fair to lucky contestant number two, this may be due to the fact that the scene is part of a larger story, and in that context, there may be a hidden purpose to it which I missed. But to be fair to me, unlucky non-contestant number one, I can only judge based on what I can see. I what I can see, I don't see a point for.

    There are also a few odd wording choices here or there, but that's not really relevant to my larger point. Again, this is not a dig against your ability as a writer, or your prose. Oddities and purpose aside, the scene is more than fine.

    Conclusion: Don't submit a scene straight out of your larger fanfic as a 'standalone' piece, cos it very seldom works (if that's what you indeed did, if not, forgive me for being an ass).

    Entry Three: This one is also very mechanics heavy, a lot of curses, a lot of shields, etc. etc, But I am glad that at least, it has a purpose for existing. Now, I'll be a man and say that I have no idea what that purpose is exactly, but it's clear you were going for something here. A bit inelegantly, perhaps, a bit confusingly too, given that Bellatrix becomes Voldemort at one point in the scene (a failure of the find and replace command I'm sure), but it is evident that the scene is trying to further something greater than itself, and that's really all I ask of any scene, be it a duel or otherwise.

    Now here, I can add a second layer of analysis only previously touched upon; effectiveness. Having your scene have a purpose is good, but being effective at conveying it, as Rowling does, in as few words as possible, and without having your narrator hit you over the head with it, is another thing. And I'm sorry to say but I don't think this piece is very effective at conveying whatever it was you were trying to convey. The fact that I could sense there was a point to the scene is good, but it's not really good that I was confused as to what that point was, precisely.

    Conclusion: Head in the right place, pen needs a bit more practice.

    (P.S: I hope this counts as me submitting an entry, it certainly took me enough time, and cigarettes. I promise I'll be good and try to submit for the next one.)
     
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