The words cut deeper than any spell could have and Cass felt the wind almost knocked out of him. He'd been sure this would be something Rodolphus had already known...and now.
The dead, the scared...he wanted to throw up.
And then - a hex, and he threw himself sideways, out if it as a sudden new rage filled him. Getting to his feet, he attacked with all he had, no longer caring about rules. He wanted Rodolphus dead. Not captured, not on trial - just dead!
As the thought entered his mind, it was as if someone else took over. His spells darkened, even as he shot two of them in quick succession. And then, before he could think, the words had left his lips.
'Avada Kedavra'
Only there was no bright green light coming from the end of his wand. There was no flash, no dead Rodolphus. In casting a spell he'd sworn he'd never cast, he hated with his entire nature, he felt more beaten than he'd ever felt before and all that came out of his wand was a puff of green smoke.