He felt the buzz but only peripherally. He was far too engrossed with his own instincts. The flight instinct foremost among them. His eyes were tracking over the nearest physical exits and he grinned. A fast dash out the back door, the one not five feet from him, and he could clear any anti-apparition spell easily. And he had a nice, athletic body in which to make that run.
But then his legs didn't work. That made no sense. He'd felt no freezing charm, no immobilisation one either.
no spell just me
No. It couldn't be. He was gone, the man was gone. He was in control.
no they're coming you're staying mine
With an almighty effort, he turned his flight instinct into something else and pushed at the man hard, forcing him back and away from the mind, and body, he'd claimed as his own.