He had him! Bold flicked his wand, ready to snare George's ankles, to slice his feet clean off, when the world was suddenly plunged into a darkness so thick he could barely tell if his eyes were open or shut. He stumbled backwards cursing.
"Lumos! LUMOS!" He screeched, but the light didn't penetrate the wall of dust. Growling, driven to anger, Bole settled for a plan B and began firing wildly through the gloom. He heard boxes exploding, knickknacks rattling over the ground and crunching under his feet as he stumbled blindly through the murk trying to find George Weasley so he could rip him apart.