all things to dust return but you keep on

She had learned. She had learned, grown, and changed. A child no more, and ready to seize the things that had been in her dreams the entire time she'd grown up here. The fever dreams that had come to her last year, as well. All of the things that had been in Hazel's head, they were within reach. They could even be her reality-- maybe. Hopefully. Soon they would be. As Sirius spoke, a small smile played on her features. She was allowed to challenge, and challenge she would.

The opening move was hers. Something flickered to life behind her green eyes, and they settled carefully on the Warlord. She took what seemed to be an appropriate amount of space between them, hunched her shoulders under her cape, and took a moment to assess. Companions by her side as well, and a deep breath. In. Out. Hazel was mindful of her weaker right side as well, making the mental note to keep her guard up. It was now or never, and she had to show him.

Hazel was quick as she rushed into the Warlord's side, faking to the left and then moving to the right. She'd reach out with those crystalline fangs, hoping to make contact with the side of his neck or his shoulder. She pushed back off her hind legs, hoping that would be enough to get her out of striking distance. In. Out. Sirius was bigger, but Hazel was quick. She could rely on being quick, or at least, Hazel hoped as much.

"Speech"