>>5756964Discussions are had, plans are written and trained, and by the day of the battle, even your weakest caster is able to put a half-decent disillusionment charm. You now all stand in the forest, each army in a different location equidistant from the center. In front of you, fifteen soldiers now stand, using the camouflaged clothing provided by Potter (who had said that though suits were rather fashionable, they were not made for sneaking around in the jungle), but several were still defiantly wearing their tophats and blowing pink bubbles out of their pipes.
Other than the sixth years, the rest of the students were sheltered from the sun and heat, watching from inside the castle the goings on in the forest through Potter's magical screens. Potter had informed you it would be watched live by the whole school, but now that it was actually happening, your stomach was beginning to sink.
"Very well, welcome all to the first battle of our Battle Class," came Potter's voice through the small badges you all wore signaling your army (a monocle for your army, of course.) "Here we have our intrepid sixth years, who shall be fighting shortly. The winner shall be the one with the last soldier standing. The <span class="mu-b">Golden Claw</span> in the north, the <span class="mu-r">Lion's Mane</span> in the south, the <span class="mu-g">Raiders of Lost Worlds</span> on the east and..." you can hear a deep sigh coming from him. "And <span class="mu-s">Army Number Four</span> in the west will face each other shortly. Army leaders, you have a last few moments if you wish to say any final words to your soldiers before battle."
You make final adjustments to the plans and give out final orders. As Raven's lessons in war had made it clear, information was the single most important thing in battle. As such, as soon as the bell rang her three soldiers would take the brooms and fly over the enemies to discover what they'd do, then report back as soon as possible.
But before any of that can happen... It is time for a speech.
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