Rus gives a snort of laughter. "Smart man." He feels his nose again and shrugs. "I've never had any problems." He looks outraged. "I have no interest in being fair! The man was an unadulterated suck-up and a coward. He stepped down because he was scared of what was going to happen!
"Certainly not!" Still outraged. "She liked platinum. Platinum and silver." His face softens. "She had a beautiful bracelet of rubies as big as my thumbnail set in platinum," Rus recalls. "I called it fire and ice."
He rolls his eyes. "I suppose it's too much to hope that they at least would hold with traditional pairings."
"It has it's own brand of momentum," Rus says cheerfully. "And there are some house elves involved as well." He rubs his chin. "In that case, make it three or four per person, depending."
Rus grins to himself when Severus chokes. He picks up his darts, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. "I don't think..."T1 begins. But Rus has thrown and all three darts hit the board with solid thwaks dead center. Eyes still closed, he swoops up the other darts from the table and throws one. It cuts the cord that hangs the board on the wall and as it falls, Rus turns, with one dart in each hand and stabs one down between Bud's thumb and forefinger on the table and Lou's. "Now," he says in his normal voice, turning to T1 who is trying very hard not to swallow his tongue, "about that fifty percent you offered..." He tips Severus a wink.