Remus's eyes darkened as the memory of his last encounters with Lestrange and his twisted plans - Jericho, the top shop - and he lifted his wand quietly, calculating and distributing his magic properly as his mind worked quickly. Suddenly, he slashed his arm in a horiztonal line across from him, silently cutting every blade of grass within a ten foot radius near the two men; another wave of concentration and a strong twist of his wrist, and the blades turned into metallic needles before a focused gesture of his arm caused all of them to fly up into the air, turn, and aim themselves straight for the men.