Re: Moody and Aurors Arrive
Snape drew his wand and summoned a warbelt as the Patronus spoke; he barely waited for the shimmering creature to finish speaking before he Disapparated, arriving in the midst of a familiar hell: the manic strobe of curselight, the sound of screams, the smell of blood and worse.
This time the screaming closest to him was coming from ... Moody! Snape bared his teeth in an adrenalin-fuelled snarl as he focused on the curses the attacking Death Eater was casting.
The style was familiar. That variation on a cutting curse. Rabastan! Fuck! Snape's wand slashed in the gesture for his own variation on a cutting curse - Sectumsempra - even as he nonverbally cast Speculumagia, and his free hand stripped three phials from his warbelt and flicked them at the masked figure.