Ez egy picit hosszabb �s nehezebb r�szlet tal�n.

Amit tudni kell:

Szerepl�k:
Maximus Lion, Zephyra Vaeltava, Ted Prosey

Narr�tor: 
Ted Prosey, mugli sz�rmaz�s� �js�g�r�-jel�lt, (prose: pr�za, prosy: unalmas, h�tk�znapi)

H�tt�rsztori:
Zephyra Vaeltava k�zvetlen�l azel�tt, hogy letenn� az els��ves auror vizsg�it, elt�nik Londonb�l �s Magyarorsz�gon k�t ki, a DHAUL-on. (D�lib�b - Hungarian Academy of Universal Lore). Nem r�szletezem, hogy mi�rt, de a brit m�gusvil�g fele azon van, hogy megtal�lja, Ted Prosey p�ld�ul az�rt, hogy egy r�la k�sz�lt leleplez� interj�val h�rnevet szerezzen mag�nak, mint �js�g�r�. Azonban ahogy megismeri Zephyt, megkedveli �s a leleplez� interj� sz�pen lassan biogr�fi�v� alakul. Zephy megengedi neki, hogy betekintsen az em�lkeibe, viszont a rendszeres mereng�z�s �s eml�kmegoszt�s k�vetkez�tben kialakul k�zt�k egy furcsa kapcsolat; Zephy gondolatai id�nk�nt akaratlanul is megny�lnak Ted el�tt. 
(Eredetileg Zehpy eg�sz t�rt�net�t Ted szemsz�g�b�l akartam meg�rni, egy f�lig interj�kb�l �ssze�ll� �letrajzi reg�ny form�j�ban)

Helysz�n:
Magyarorsz�g

Azt hiszem, ennyit kell felt�tlen�l tudni a k�r�lm�nyekr�l. Ha valami esetleg nem �rthet�, sz�ljatok!! 

Breakable

In my life I have never seen anyone duel like that. Truth be told, neither school nor my apprenticeship at Witch Weekly offered many action sequences, but I had to admit that auror level fighting was something that exceeded my imaginative capacities.

And she was terrifyingly good at it. I remembered her saying, “I was reasonably good. I probably would have passed, but it is an exam and you never really know these things…”

I remembered how she shrugged a little, uncomfortable as always that she had to talk about herself…evaluate herself.

Now that I could see her in action, I’d found that she grossly underestimated her skills. There was the five of them, and then there was only her, standing her ground against them, blocking their spells with alarming accuracy, firing counterspells with such ease and speed that the entire street looked like it was on fire. Bolts of lightning flashed everywhere, stuff got blown up, people cried and I hid behind the hedgerow, shaking, feeling that I should have done something by now. But I was unable to move, unable to do anything other than staring at her.

’Z, stop!’

Another person just apparated to the sight and what five wizards couldn’t accomplish together, he did within a second. Zephyra lowered her wand immediately, and her face contorted into an indescribable, defeated expression.

I turned to look at the newcomer and I found that I should not have. I knew instantly who he was, I did not even need to hear Zehpy’s pained gasp.

’Max…’

He disarmed her with a flick of his wrist, catching her wand without even looking at it. ’He must have been a Keeper’, I thought distractedly.

’Zephyra Vaeltava you are under arrest. I am charged with escorting you to Azkaban prison where you will wait for your trial.’

’Max…’ she whispered, and she looked so lost and hurt. But her former mentor did not answer, he merely bound her hands with another spell. I recognised the glowing ropes: she had absolutely no means of escape; if she tried it physically the ropes would activate a painful spell, much like an electricity shock. And it absorbed all magic, so she would be unable to perform even wandless spells.

’You can leave now. I’ll take her back myself,’ Maximus said to his men who instantly disapparated. He seemed like a strong, natural leader.

’Max, please.’

And then it happened again, Zephy’s mind opened to me, pulling me in, propelling me into a place I have never ever been before.

The training room is empty, the entire building seems eerily quiet and abandoned. She sits on one of the benches, panting heavily after her workout when Maximus Lion arrives.

’What are you doing here so late?’ He stares at her with an odd expression on his face.

’Training,’ she replies with a gulp. She can feel her face heating up.

’Isn’t it a bit late for that?’

She shrugs and tries to get up, but Maximus is very close above her, effectively blocking her way. She can hear her own heartbeat.

’Master Lion…’

’Yes?’
Max is smirking at her. Their knees are touching now. She really has to tilt her head if she wants to look at him. (She does not and does, somehow at the same time.)

’I would like to leave now.’

He merely smiles at her but does not move an inch.

’Why are you here so late?’ His voice is soft but insistent.

’I can focus better in the night.’

’Then why don’t we train some more?’

She gulps again. She has bruises upon bruises and Max is always cruelly physical with her. Fighting with him is guaranteed humiliation and pain.

’I would like to go home now. But thank you for the offer.’

She could not afford to get on his bad side. He is her instructor after all, she is almost entirely at his mercy.

’Alright,’ he says and steps aside. She breaths deeply in relief before standing up, but she had been too quick to assume it’s over.

She cannot even take a step forward before Max grabs her underarm and draws her close to himself. She struggles lightly, but he holds on and before she knows what is happening, his lips are on hers, with unexpected softness.

She gives in and returns the kiss gently. “Fighting with him is guaranteed humiliation and pain.”

’Z…’ He pushes her hair out of her face tenderly, tentatively.

“It’s easier like this” she thinks as he draws her closer yet. “I’ll find a way out later.”

'Please.'

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