Augustus had been expecting the worst, but Bole surpassed those expectations. He wasn't as dirty as Augustus had dreaded but it was bad enough; he could feel the crazy coming off him in waves. This man should be nowhere near people, yet here he was, and Augustus had no choice but to help him get closer.
Trying his best not to let his face twist into a sneer of disgust, Augustus stepped closer, ignoring Bole's taunt and saying, "Do you know why I'm here? Lestrange sent me..." Bole made his skin crawl. He could only imagine being attacked by... that...