The surge of anger ebbed away slightly, and Bole stopped lashing out into the darkness. Common sense caught up with him and he swept his wand around himself, summoning a wind to blast the dust away. It hit the walls and vanished, and Bole brought his hand up to shield his eyes against the sudden brightness.
And there, not ten feet away from him, was his target. "Crucio!" He snarled gleefully, more than happy to cause George pain.