It had been a rough couple days first with Tansy, then Del, and finally Alyx this morning. Richard was ready to let off some steam. He went into the locker room and changed into his fencing clothes, grabbed his wand and rapier and then returned to the Dueling Room. Most Hogwart's students avoided this room is was too much like work for them. Hartley loved it. He stepped on to the runner and his opponent came to life. Hartley doffed his mask and then presented the rapier in one hand and the wand in the other. His opponent did the same. A buzzer sounded. Lay on.
After about 10 minutes Hartley was relaxed and in his element. Fluid motions that hid the true purpose of his attack followed by sharp and sudden changes to block an in coming attack. This is what he wanted to do with his life. His mother would not approve, he did not care. He would not suffer from his mother anymore. He found a purpose, Guard the weak and seek justice in the world.
With that he extended his hand forward and whispered something, a blast came out and nailed his opponent, it lifted him and threw him off the runway. Hartley smiled.