Who: Evan Rosier, Bellatrix Black What: Dark Arts training When: Sunday afternoon, October 20 Where: One of the southern islands Rating: Medium? Status: Closed, Incomplete
Evan insisted to Bella they take a boat to one of the islands, for privacy. He didn't tell Narcissa exactly where they were going besides a very vague 'adventuring.' After they landed on the rocky shore, he secured the boat and found a proper space for magic. There were a few boulders that worked well for blasting curses, and the island did have the occasional wildlife, if live targets were needed. Evan was less talkative with Bellatrix than usual that day.
He'd given Bellatrix a list of the different curses and hexes he thought appropriate for the time, given the incantations and cast the majority, and then took a seat on a rock. It was far too much talking for his liking, really, and he was certain Bella knew most of it already.
"You need to work on your basic hexes and curses - cutting, blasting, stinging - so they're fast. Obviously your opponent won't have the opportunity for the shielding charms, or other counter-spells, if you are quicker on the draw or cast." He cracked his neck a few times, side to side. Everything about his body language was stiff, and he remembered waking up in a chair that morning. "But if your spells are stronger, the protection magic can buckle, even be ripped through...I've seen it happen before, complete abuse of Protego. Some Aurors thought it would stop anything...powerful cutting curses, Fiendfyre, and plenty of other spells saw to the end of that logic."
Standing up, he stretched a bit and watched Bella. "If you need me to show you any spells again, just ask," he offered distantly. Evan was often patient, not that he actually permanently felt that way.