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And Wreckage (sbi hp au)

wilbur gets up, slowly, with his arms above his head. his eyes flicker to his wand, before looking back to his opponent.

"so, that's it?"

the sort of disappointment he feels when he watches the wand lower leaves a dryness in his mouth that could only be described as leftover bits of anticipation. wilbur glares at the famous technoblade, but he doesn't say anything.

he dives for his wand, but techno still doesnt say anything.

the room is quiet. everyone wants to hear what technoblade has to say, having defeated yet another student in a class full of wizards and witches of higher age and status of him.

technoblade leans back, his already relaxed dueling stance somehow relaxing even further.

"i mean, what are you expectin' me to do? kick you again?" he lets out a laugh, perfectly unaware of everyone staring, "if i knew you liked explodin' everythin', i would've stayed firmly out of your way. geez, i need new robes."

...and then he dusts himself off, and wandlessly summons his bag from the ground. the act is perfectly comfortable.

"technoblade never dies, man," he says, starting to walk back to his desk, "though, the furniture isn't as lucky when i duel."