Practice Makes Perfect (Bill)

Dom walked down towards the lake a leather case on his back. Inside were the swords he and his best friend Bill used to practice when they were at the fort or the burrow. This time around Dom had taken them from home for the two of them to work with. As he settled the pack on a stone he began to sharpen and wax the blades "Oh billll come out come out and play" he said in his taunting voice the same he'd used since childhood he chuckled darkly "Come on bill"

Bill grinned as he left the Gryffindor Tower, making quick work of the excessive stairs before exiting the castle. The sky was less dull than usual, and he was sure that at some point that day they might even see the sun. The fresh air was a welcome bonus as he walked to the lake, although when he saw the familiar figure of Dominic, he smirked. Moving a few metres in to the trees that surrounded the lake, he walked quietly down to where his friend was preparing the blade of a sword. He let out a breath when he heard the Slytherin speak, he stepped out of the woods and walked up behind Dominic, “You called?”

Dominic smirked as he heard the boy behind him, turning he threw a sword to bill "practice mate your so wrapped up in girls you haven't practiced one bit" he chided.

Bill's hand instinctively flicked out to grab the sword from the air, before looked it up and down. His eyes remained on the shiny metal as he spoke, his voice a teasing one, "I don't know what you're talking about, Dom. Though, it has been some time since I last practiced. School work and all of that." He twisted the weapon in his hand, pleased with its state before looking to his friend.

He let the sharpening stone fall from his hand when he spun to face him bring his blade up "so thats what you call slacking?" he grinned.

Bill held the weapon firmly in his hand as Dominic turned around. He shrugged, a small smirk gracing his lips, "I suppose so." He was ready for when the Slytherin would attack, but he had missed the banter that they shared as well. "I don't even know what's been taking up so much of my time since the start of the school year," he said, pushing his hair from his face with his free hand.

He brought his sword down with a crash as metal struck metal, he wore a simple t-shirt that clung to his frame and shorts. His sneakers making barely any sound as he moved to the right attacking Bill's left side as he said "perhaps its that ravenclaw who has your attention"

Bill braced his right arm as Dominic’s sword came in to contact with his own. It was a familiar feeling, and he realised that he had missed it. As he blocked the next blow, he laughed, “That Ravenclaw hasn’t spoken to me all term. How do you even know about that, anyway?” The last that he knew, his friends thought that he and Misha hated one another. Pushing away Dominic’s blade, he made a rightward swipe with his own.