"They're about the size of my little finger nail yeah?"
"I know," Rus grumps. "They go out of their way to make things difficult."
"Like the bogey man? Not hardly." He jabs his thumb to his chest. "I'm the one your mother warned you about." He laughs and it would be a pleasant sound but for the mad gleam in his eyes. "I'm not afraid of clowns," he says stiffly. "I merely loathe them. No, the only person I'm afraid of is Lord Voldemort."
"When this is over, I'm going to have my fun with him!" Rus mutters to Severus through gritted teeth. "Right, right." He shakes his head. "My turn again." He rolls the dice. "OOH! Unlucky thirteen!" He looks at them all, eyebrows waggling. "Let's see if I can't break the curse." He picks up the darts and one flies straight to the thirteen wedge. He exhales loudly. "One down." The other flies true as well, but he stumbles taking his third throw and the dart flips from his hand, ricochets off a pillar and lands with a 'plop' in T2's lager. "Oh, how clumsy of me," Rus gushes. "I do apologise. Let me get you another." He plucks his dart from the mug and waves to Alf. "Your turn again Seth," he turns to Severus with a savage grin. T1 and T2 just goggle at him.
He's all yours. How about a nice cup of hemlock tea? It's all natural so it's got to be good for you. ;) You can in mine! *crows* We use two sets of letters! Good idea! Sleep well. :)