Patty felt like she was stunned and just stuck in this slack jawed pose because what the hell was happening. Death Eaters had actually attack a quidditch match. It felt like it was surreal like it couldn’t be happening. Finally though she started kicking into feeling something else. Her head trying to find the balance between fight or flight. The Gryffindor in her knowing she should do something to help, but her mind also telling her that she would just get in the way or get hurt. The panic was starting to set in and she could feel the panic getting worse.
“Roger let’s help get people out!” Patty finally shouted looking at the people around them all trying to scatter. Roger nodded, falling into place besides her. She took a deep breath trying to find a focus to keep her from curling into a ball and just hiding. Patty started directing people towards the exit and looked around for anyone that might need assistance. Putting her focus on the civilians around them not on the Death Eaters was helping keep herself centered along with a very focused breathing. There were families here and she wanted to make sure everyone got out okay.
Taller than most other people, Roger was using his height to troubleshoot. He felt incredibly vulnerable without a broom, but it looked like it would be more trouble than it was worth to track one down. “Doing well, Patty,” he added under his breath as he scooped up a young boy, passing him up to his parents who had climbed onto the upper deck, where there were less bodies and a clear route to exits.
Graham was having the time of his life, cutting a swathe through the crowd in his robes and mask. People shrieked as he randomly tossed hexes and curses through the crowd, not bothering to check to see if they hit. The wand he was using was unfamiliar and somehow stubborn, every spell he cast not as easy or strong as he was used to.
Then he spotted a familiar face. Patty, the annoying Gryffindor with the freak outs. He smirked, pointing his stolen wand in her direction and whispering “Confundus.”
Patty heard Roger say doing well and then she started to fell funny. “Huh?” Patty wasn’t sure what she was in the middle of doing. She was helping a kid up the stairs and managed to complete that task before turning around just standing there. Patty couldn’t figure what was going on. “What’s going on?” She said aloud as she just stood there confused. This started to make Patty feel the panic take over, everything she had been doing to keep at bay went out the window once the spell had hit. She had no idea what was going on, where she was, and why she was here? She felt her heart racing and like she couldn’t catch her breath.
“We’re at a Quidditch game, there’s a Death Eater attack and we’re trying to get people out of here.” Although if this was just another version of a panic attack, then his first priority would be to get Patty out of here. And maybe come back afterwards to help. If that was possible. If he was brave enough.
The stir of the crowd as they tried to avoid the Death Eater drew his eyes to his spot and he inhaled sharply. Had Roger known it was someone he had been to school with for seven years, he may have felt less intimidated. But he only saw a tall masked figure in those dreaded dark robes.
“Flipendo,” he said, throwing a knockback jinx out. It was the most basic of basic defense spells, but at least he could cast it well.
Graham took a couple of stumbling steps back before righting himself, cursing at himself for not pulling up a shield charm in time. He glared at his new opponent, the ever irritating Roger Davies.
“Morpungo!” He sent a couple of rapid fire (but badly aimed) stinging jinxes at the pair, before continuing to advance on Patty.
The jinxes missed Roger, but several people around them gasped. He edged in between the Death Eater and his friend, trying to shepherd her to safety as he threw a series of punching hexes in their direction. At least with the crowd clearing around the dark wizard, he didn’t have to worry about someone else being hit instead.
“Just keep moving,” he told Patty. He’d throw her over his shoulder and run if he had to.
Patty snapped from her fog, still a bit disoriented and unsure. She watched as Roger stepped between her and a Death Eater. OH MY GOD a Death Eater. Patty’s eyes went wide with panic and she stood up. She started moving back feeling safer with someone between them.
No, this was Roger her friend and she couldn’t let him get her protecting stupid little her. She could be useful. She finally she pulled out her wand and yelled “Tabus Exsilio” in the direction of the Death Eater. Patty furrowed her brow and paused after, the pus-squirting hex how helpful would that be? Patty trying to think of something better got hit by a stinging jinx and made a loud sound of pain realizing then nope keep moving and send whatever spell she could dang well think of.
A shield charm snapped up just time to deflect the punching jinxes, Graham taking a moment too long to be smug when he was hit by Patty’s jinx.
Which, for a moment, felt like it had done nothing. He laughed, until he felt something start to grow on his chest. And grow. And grow. It pressed against the fabric of his shirt and he frowned behind his mask.
“Depulso!” He flung the jinx out before scrabbling at his robes, trying to figure out what was happening on his chest. As soon as the air hit the pustule on his chest it exploded, pus spraying out of it in all directions.
How disgusting.
“Rancid,” said Roger with a kind of disgusted awe that only someone who had spent his childhood poking around in a magical garden could manage. He had thrown up a shielding charm to deflect the worst of the damage, quick reflexes finally coming to the fore, and slung a few more punching hexes in the direction of the now less than pristine Death Eater. Take that.
Patty made a horrified face as the pustule exploded. Patty wasn’t fast enough felt a splatter and started gagging. “Oh ew, oh that is gross.” She looked down at herself, where did it land oh god where did it land. She was biting back yelling out get it off me.
“What did you expect?” Graham yelled, grimacing as every movement pulled at the edges of the new wound on his chest. A couple of the jinxes hit his face, his mask taking most of the damage and slamming back against his nose. Graham heard a now-familiar crunch, swearing.
“Ossisverso!” He threw the bone twisting curse at Roger furious that his nose had been broken AGAIN. A moment or two later he turned on Patty, a sadistic grin on his face behind the mask.
“Ossisquasso.”
Patty was not paying attention and she would pay the price. She looked up just in time to see a spell flying towards her and she tried to move and throw up a shielding charm at the same time. She tripped over something causing her less than stellar attempt at a shielding charm to fail and the bone-shattering curse hit her left leg. Patty yelled in pain as she fell to the floor. Tears immediately started to fall down her face as she made every effort not to panic, she wasn’t doing a very good job.
Meanwhile Roger gasped “NOT THE FACE” at his broken, painfully broken nose and slung “REDUCTO” at their opponent, enraged enough to give the spell some extra punch beyond what he would have managed in a Defense class. Their opponent's spells had been on the mark that time. He had an errant thought that he would have to cancel his Gladrags sitting on Tuesday.
Graham laughed at the reactions from Patty and Roger, a Shield charm deflecting Roger's attack and exploding some chairs instead. He threw one last Banishing charm at Roger before he started to move away, looking for more targets to teach a lesson.
Rolf Scamander & Dedalus Diggle v. Gerald Avery
One of the most convenient things—Dedalus had found—about being a known vigilante was the fact that he had little reason to waste time on glamours. Previously, he’d put more thought and style into them than was strictly necessary; now, all he really needed to do was show up.
He arrived looking like a very dapper distraction, three-piece suit, bow tie, moustache and all. Not one to wait for his opponent to strike first, he headed toward the first Death Eater he spotted and picked a fight.
“Over here, you rumbumptious ruffian! Shall we tussle?” Dedalus called to him, hoping to distract him from hurting anyone else.
“Dedalus Diggle!” came the booming voice of the Death Eater in his sights, turning with wand in hand, from the group he had been previously terrorizing. (Puddlemere fans, their painted faces charmed into masks of comedy and tragedy, clawing at the burning sensation overcoming their skin within.)
“We owe you a coffin.” And he flourished, sending the Cruciatus toward the Phoenix in jagged crimson streaks.
With a flick of his wand, Dedalus upended a bench and hurled it at the curse. “I daresay I don't think I'd fancy anything you have to offer!” he replied, promptly transfiguring the downed furniture into a flock of flapping, screeching bats and directing them to attack.
“Well, then let’s finish what was started on you. Phoenixes and fire and all that …”
The bats froze in mid-air, as if caught in a net and the Death Eater, wrenching his right hand, Transfigured them into a gaping mouth made of fire. The mouth turned and made to gulp Dedalus.
Dedalus yelped as the fiery maw swallowed him whole; from within this flaming prison, he managed an incantation, turning the fire into a whirl of solid amber instead. He shattered it, emerging as a somewhat burned and infinitely more pissed off version of himself rather than an interesting fossil.
“I’ve always thought the phoenix imagery was a bit played out,” the small wizard said crisply, levitating the shards of amber. With a flamboyant swish of his wand, he enlarged them and turned them into hot molten lava, which he then whipped toward his opponent.
“Then what is it we should call you?” was the Death Eater’s volley, shunting the lava away from the both of them with a great effort, directing it down the stands onto any fleeing subjects. (Though his hands trembled with the effort, though his robes smoked from lava splatter and burns which would certainly turn up later.)
“I’m open to interpretation!” But instead of waiting for a response, he growled out the Cruciatus curse and followed it hard upon with a binding spell.
Dedalus attempted to dodge this one as well, but the amber that remained tripped him up, causing him to stumble—unfortunately, he did so right into the Cruciatus and binding spell. He hit the ground, crying out in pain.
That cry attracted the attention of one Rolf Scamander. He materialized behind the masked figure, hair charmed blond and features sharpened to look almost Malfoyesque. Adrenaline thrummed in his face as his gaze flickered between the Death Eater and the man on the ground. It was Dedalus, he realized with some alarm, and so Rolf raised his wand.
He lifted the Death Eater in the air with the ascension charm. “The Cruciatus is a very cheap move!” he called out, before flinging the Death Eater down into the ground with a well-aimed flick.
The new dueller, with the element of surprise, was successful in his attempt to dislodge Gerald and he landed in a disgraced clump - long enough for the two to catch their bearings. But he righted himself again, this time pointing his wand at the new, youthful opponent. He sent a bone-shattering curse toward his shoulder and then whipping his wand around, conjured a jet of frozen ice shards to envelop him.
“Cheap? Oh Salazar, I could try it again?” He paused. “Crucio!”
Rolf’s shoulder exploded in pain, but it was nothing compared to the searing agony of the Cruciatus. He had never experienced anything quite like it — his body longed to submit to the pain. He had the presence of mind to recognize that someone was screaming, but it took him a moment to realize the screams were coming from him.
Dedalus scrambled to his feet wobbily, echoes of the Cruciatus still rippling though his nerves. “Not today, Satan!” he shouted, wanting nothing more in that moment than to get the Death Eater to leave poor Rolf alone. With a deft twist of his wand, he turned the dirt beneath the masked man’s feet into a swarm of bullet ants, turning them loose.
Experiencing the sting of a bullet ant through gorgeous handmade Italian shoes was not Gerald’s idea of victory. So instead of getting angry and stomping the ants, he decided to take matters into his own hands. With a slash of his wand, he uttered “Imperio!” and then, another flourish brought him to “Engorgio!”
“A fine idea, Phoenix!” Then, with a leer, he directed the ants to swarm the young blonde man.
Crumpled on the ground, the last vestiges of the Cruciatus were still reverberating through Rolf’s body. His eyes widened in horror as he watched the horde of bullet ants stampede toward him, and while a hastily thrown up shield charm staved off most of the ants, it didn’t block all of them. His jeans and sweater offered no protection at all as the oversized ants swarmed him. Each sting was somehow worse than the last, but he couldn’t bring himself to kill them.
Fighting through the pain, he transfigured the ants covering his body into confetti. Rolf turned his wand to the Death Eater and fired off a blasting curse through gritted teeth.
The blasting curse, which had originally bounced off his shield, ricocheted and brushed his shoulder. With a growl of pain, the Death Eater turned and animated a nearby bench, elongating its wooden slats and iron shafts to wrap around their necks and squeeze.
Thinking fast, Dedalus transfigured those elongated slats and iron shafts into a set of wildly-waving tentacles, which he then whipped towards the Death Eater. Its suckers slapped wetly against Gerald’s mask and pulled.
Diggle and his fucking tentacles. The mask shattered beneath the excessive force and Gerald, now unmasked, turned the fleshy blobs to stone and pulverized them, whipping up a gale to push those stony barbs at his victims before he gave them a bow.
“Gentlemen.”
Finally back on his feet, Rolf quickly slashed his wand through the air. The stone fragments froze in place a mere few inches from his face before they anticlimactically fell to the ground. “Are you someone important?” he asked with earnest curiosity, punctuating his words with a knee-reversing hex.
Dedalus took a stone to the head in his surprise. He rubbed at it, wincing. “My grandad had his painting in my house,” he explained cryptically, wrinkling his nose.
“And you let it burn!” Rolf’s hex was slashed away with anger, the younger boy briefly forgotten at the mention of his precious art. “You destroyed it because of your ridiculous obsession with Mudbloods.” Twinned entrail-expelling curses, chased hard by a bolt of lilac, meant to burn the blood in the victim’s veins, were sent to the two of them.
“You ought to be flayed!”
Rolf managed to deflect the first curse, but the second flash of light struck true. His body was still gripped by pain from ants, but this new spell drowned that pain out as he doubled over, suddenly lightheaded and unequipped to deal with his searing insides. He struggled to raise his wand, but it fell from his fingers. A heartbeat later, Rolf was on the ground, too.
Dedalus disappeared with a pop, reappearing momentarily next to the fallen Rolf. He grabbed him by the arm and stooped to pick up his wand as well.
“I thought it was gauche, personally,” Dedalus sniffed, then apparated them both away with a pointed snap.
“Says the illusionist!” was Gerald’s sharpish reply, gesturing with the Killing Curse on the tip of his tongue. But both subjects, before the syllables could be uttered, were gone.
Dissipating into a plume of black smoke, Gerald sought the comforts of his studio, and home.
Sturgis Podmore v. Bellatrix Lestrange
Life was at its most exhilarating when Bellatrix had a hand in causing panic among large groups of people. It was only natural she leapt at the chance to do just that when it came to interrupting a widely attended quidditch match. What better way to make a statement and have a bit of fun at the same time?
When she’d appeared on the pitch, she’d been ready to set her sights on the crowd. Already, she’d set one of the stands on fire and sent dozens of people sprinting for the exits. Her mask barely muted her laugh, but it could still barely be heard over the sounds of panicked spectators fleeing for their lives. Beneath the eerie gleam of a green dark mark overhead, she singled out a wizard she’d watched shoving several women aside in his haste to escape and sent a flurry of chains to trip him up, arresting him on the spot.
The roast beef sandwich Sturgis was about to enjoy was quickly forgotten when the call for help came. Quickly dawning his standard glamour of a devilishly handsome young blond, he appeared at the Quidditch pitch with a loud snap that signaled his arrival. No time was wasted in picking out the nearest Death Eater, her laugh making her easy to locate. There was a small roll of the Order members eyes before he aimed his wand and sent a blasting curse in her direction.
Bellatrix heard the blast from behind her before she felt it coming closer and jerked her broom to the side in an attempt to avoid it. But with her attention diverted, it clipped her anyway, smashing into her left shoulder and sending her spinning end over end toward the stands.
Wincing through the pain, she managed to keep her hands on her broom and regained control at the last minute, avoiding what would surely have been a catastrophic crash. Though less steady than before, she shifted her balance and fired off a series of severing charms back at her opponent. She punctuated the string with an acid curse that added to the panic beneath them as people scattered to avoid the fallout.
His focus shifted for a moment thanks to the gleeful feeling of watching the Death Eater spiral out of control. Though a seasoned member of the Order, moments like that never grew old, though it did him a disservices of taking him out of the moment. Once he returned, it was in just enough time to see the flurry of spells coming toward him. Shield spells were thrown up in quick succession, successfully dodging the spells until the final one.
The stream of acid nearly missed him, but unfortunately hit him in the left shoulder. Hissing in pain, Sturgis looked down in just enough time to see the acid eat through his clothing before starting on his skin. There wasn’t much he could do at the moment about it though and with a flick of his wrist, a quaffle that had fallen along the sidelines came hurtling at the Death Eater.
The attack had given Bellatrix enough time to recover properly, and she was ready enough for the quaffle that it was easily pitched away into the stands. But her attention was no longer on the crowd there, but on the blond stranger. With a swish of her wand, she sent several of the splintered benches careening at him.
Immediately a spell went up that cause the splinters to shatter. Bits and pieces of the former benches rained down upon him, embedding themselves in his clothing and any exposed skin. With minimal flinching, another blasting charm was sent toward the Death Eater.
Bellatrix’s shoulder ached at even the sight of the blast and she made sure she was nowhere near where it landed. She flew toward Sturgis as the charm landed behind her, splintering a massive hole into the wood and destroying the structures holding a large Puddlemere banner upright. As she wound up for another affront on the Order member in her sights, the banner fell above them. Bellatrix didn’t know what hit her, but she crashed in a tangle of limbs and broom, into the stands.
Though he saw the banner before she did, Sturgis had no time to cast it away or even maneuver enough away to avoid the inevitable. So he also fell with the banner toward the stands and landed simultaneously with the Death Eater. Broken pieces of the bleachers dug into to his as he tried to push the banner off him.
Bellatrix lost her wand in the fall and the broom snapped beneath her. She scrambled to fight her way out from under the banner, ignoring the stabbing pains in her leg and shoulder. Had she looked down, she’d have seen the jagged piece of wood protruding from her thigh, but she didn’t. She was still determined to fight the blond wizard.
When she threw off the banner and filled her lungs with fresh air, she finally found him. She reached to her side and unsheathed the new dagger she’d tucked there for just such a case as this. While her opponent was still recovering from the fall, she tightened her grip on the handle and with one swift motion, she sank the blade in his side.
Sturgis would have screamed in pain, but the blade punctured his lung and it unceremoniously collapsed with nothing more than a slight cough. Not only was this particular fight over for him, but he needed to escape before the Death Eater could retrieve the blade. Gasping for air with his one good lung, he aimed his wand at the banner and cast a spell to animate it. Instantly, the banner began to attack the Death Eater, wrapping itself completely around her. Sturgis didn’t even stay to see just what the animated banner would do and disappeared with another snap.
Bellatrix half-expected the Order member to reappear again, somewhere nearby but close enough to attack. What she didn’t expect was the banner that rose up behind her, twisting around itself until it was tight as a coiled rope. It sprang at her next, just as she was deciding the fight was over, and wrapped tightly around her neck.
With a choked gasp, Bellatrix fell to the ground, thoughts of her lost dagger — it’d been brand new — all but vanishing from her mind. Her hands pried at the heavy vinyl of the banner, trying to loosen it around her neck. As luck would have it, she spotted her wand rolling beneath the remains of a bench while she lay gasping there. Her arm sprang out, her fingers wrapping around the end of her wand. A moment later, she was gone, leaving the match and the banner behind.
Arthur Weasley & Molly Weasley v. Ignatius Travers
It had taken a moment for the crowd to catch up to the excitement of their appearance (and Ignatius thought excitement really was the most accurate word to use), but it turned to chaos soon enough. Behind his mask, Ignatius surveyed the screaming crowd, sending a few casual curses as he looked for an appropriate target.
The distinct Weasley red hair made the choice easy enough.
“I’m surprised you could afford a match,” he said as he aimed two fireballs to match their flaming hair.
The sound of a voice caused Arthur to turn, just in time really as two fireballs were headed their way. Arthur threw up a shielding charm as quickly as he could, though not quick enough as he felt a little singed. The sting on his skin a painful distraction. Arthur looked to his wife, he knew she could protect herself but he always felt a need to protect her.
“You lot really need some new material,” Arthur shouted back before sending an impediment jinx in the Death Eaters direction.
Sidestepping the jinx wasn’t quite as easy as Ignatius wanted it to be between the seats of the stands, but he managed it all the same. “I suppose it would be the only time you get anything new,” he said as he aimed a bone shattering curse at Arthur’s head.
“Less talking,” Molly barked at her husband throwing up a shield charm to protect him and then shooting a blasting curse at the Death Eater’s feet. “He's trying to distract you.”
Arthur wanted to bicker back at Molly but thought better of it. Bickering with Molly would be more distracting than the Death Eater’s attempt at banter. “Yes, dear,” he said back before sending a bombarding spell in the direction of the Death Eater the mini explosions following after Molly’s blasting curse.
Ignatius should’ve supposed that the Weasleys wouldn’t be completely incompetent (though then again, they were Weasleys), but the two attacks together made too much of a dent in his shield as bits of floor and seat slammed into his body and threw him back just a bit. It wasn’t too much of a delay before he sent a row of seats flying at the pair of them though, eyes narrowing behind his mask.
Arthur was prepared for something to come his way but not a row of seats. He worked quickly to fling a spell to alter their trajectory but the spell didn’t hit quite in the right spot allowing the seats to move enough to clear Molly but not himself. Arthur felt the ribs breaking thud as they hit his chest sending him backwards where he smacked his head against one of the seats as he fell to the ground. Arthur was knocked out and compressed under the row of seats. His breathing laboured as a rib punctured his lung.
“You bastard!!!” Molly screamed, brandishing her wand towards the Death Easter. “Lacarnum Inflamarae!! Lacarnum Inflamarae!!” Fireballs flew from her wand towards the masked man and she turned her attention towards her husband. With effort she used a levitating spell to remove the seats, checking him over to determine the most crucial wounds while she kept one eye on the Death Eater.
It was disappointing not to have time to roll his eyes at the exclamation. The fireballs lit his robe on fire, flames licking up the fabric and burning him in the process. By the time he managed to put them out, he knew he had a few severe burns to deal with.
Mild amusement shifted to anger in a fraction of a second as he sent a severing charm in Arthur’s direction and then concentrated his wand on Molly with a simple spoken, “Crucio!”
The spell hit Molly and she gasped at the pain radiating through her body. She hadn't known it could be like this. When it ended she lay there for just a moment, collecting her wits before shooting another “Bombarda!” in his direction.
Ignatius was tired of explosions, a quick shield blocking the worst of it. He approached closer, ready to send a message to all the blood traitors out there when an unseen rogue bludger, missed in the chaos, connected hard with his head and sent him down onto the ground.
He wasn’t sure how long had passed, but when Ignatius looked up, the Weasleys were gone.
Hestia Jones v. Hugo Nott
Hugo didn’t care for Quidditch, but he’d been more than happy to make an appearance at this particular match. Robed and masked, he was ready to cause some mayhem. What he hadn’t anticipated, however, were the bludgers that had been let loose around them when the players started to fight back.
One of the bludgers hit him squarely on the forearm, and Hugo responded with a blasting curse to the stupid thing. It was only then that he noticed someone approaching him, and he raised his wand ready to fight.
Hestia, glamoured as a nondescript blonde, was glad she wasn’t on the receiving end of the blasting curse. Poor bludger.
“Avis!” Not keen on wasting time, she sent her conjured birds in the Death Eater’s direction, relying on the charm to distract him as she strode forward. While the birds were doing their job, she quickly sent a slashing hex at her opponent’s wand arm, looking to disarm him.
Hugo wasn't quick enough to block her spell, the birds causing enough of a distraction that he missed the slashing hex coming his way. It tore through his robes, cut open his forearm but he didn't quite lose his wand. Quick to respond, he sent back a matching slashing hex at his blonde opponent.
His slashing hex caught Hestia off guard, landing squarely on her shoulder and ripping into her flesh before she could get her shield up. She tried not to react, but her wound smarted like crazy and she let off a brief string of profanities before she could compose herself again. Angry, she aimed her wand at the Death Eater and sent a banishing charm at him.
This time he shielded, deflecting the spell and striding forwards to get closer to her. “Stupid bitch,” he snarled through the mask, irate now that she'd managed to get a good few spells on him. “How about you try something a bit more dangerous?” Hugo flicked his wand, sending one of the bludgers flying towards her.
Oh, now he’d done it. Hestia aimed a well timed reducto at the bludger, disintegrating it mid air, before turning her wand back to her target and sending a barrage of fireballs at him. “If misogyny and bludgers are all you’ve got, then I don’t think I have to worry about dangerous,” she responded sharply, still seeing red from him calling her a bitch. To illustrate her point, she pointed her wand at his center and sent off a blasting curse.
In the moment before her curse hit him, he went for decidedly more dangerous. “Crucio!” Hugo bellowed at her, before taking the brunt of the blasting curse to his stomach and being knocked off his feet.
She’d read all about the Cruciatus Curse, but nothing in her studies could’ve prepared her for how it actually felt. Despite her best efforts, Hestia crumpled to the ground, screaming in agony. The curse didn’t last for long with her opponent being knocked off his feet, but it felt like an eternity for her.
Her screaming soon died down to muffled sobs and she forced herself back up, though she desperately wanted to stay prone on the ground. She wiped her tears away with the back of her trembling wand hand before summoning a bludger and sending it careening at the Death Eater, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
As Hugo was still struggling to get to his feet, the bludger hit him squarely in the jaw. He could hear the crack and feel the sharp, intense pain from his face and it threw him completely. Seeing stars and feeling dizzy, he raised his wand again and sent another, weaker torture curse at her.
The curse was weak, but still drove Hestia to her knees. “God damn it,” she growled, making an effort to shake off the curse and get back up. The lingering pain was making her nauseous and she had to blink back tears to see, making her consider leaving while she still could. But she couldn’t leave well enough alone, so she stayed and sent a weak blasting curse at the Death Eater.
Jaw almost certainly fractured, Hugo couldn’t respond to her in words. He grunted loudly through the pain and, on the basis that enough mayhem had been done, he decided it was time to go. Narrowly escaping that last blasting curse, the Death Eater turned and disapparated without warning.