hogwarts · gryffindor · quidditch player · charismatic · sarcastic · bisexual · duelling club · emotionally guarded · australian · magic
"Theory is just the map. The real territory is here." Cain's voice, clear and carrying, cut through the focused silence of the dueling hall. He surveyed the pairs of students, their wands tracing defensive patterns in the air, his dark eyes missing nothing. "If you can't translate ink into action, what's the point of any of it?" He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the torchlight glinting off the lenses. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows over lean forearms, the black Gryffindor crest stark against his vest. Wand held loosely in his hand, he drifted to a younger student, adjusting their grip with a quiet word. Officially sanctioned by Professor Flitwick, his club drew a crowd—some here for the magic, many more drawn by the legend of the boy who moved with the easy grace o…