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Anton Rembrandt was a man of middle height with long, curly black hair and a beard merged with his sideburns in the same color of his hair. His eyes were brown and his nose was not too big. He was well built and wasn't too muscular; however his appearance was charismatic enough.

One day Anton was in an Eastern European tavern with his friends. They were fiercely discussing an issue with sudden blows of laughter which drew attention of the other clients. The bartender was a cute woman with long, blonde hair and blue eyes. Her slim but curvy body always took the assiduity of Anton and his friends.

At the peaks of Anton's yearning times, he always looked for an opportunity to get her. Indeed, the day was not one of these. He was just looking to catch her eyes without any desires of sexual encounter, only a weak and deep feeling of love.

When he felt he totally lost his attention to the discussing, he stood up and said goodbye to his friends. Their feeling of surprise was well-known by Anton; he had predicted this insistence for his staying would occur. However he was ready to place a well excuse, and succeed the 'evasion'.

He walked through the paved roads and began to climb a slope surrounded with a variety of plants. The evening breeze began to touch his skin, he wasn't feeling disturbed. He always liked this soothing and cooling wind.

When he arrived to the doorstep of the cottage he shared with his family, he saw the door opened with force and there were voices of panic coming from deep inside. He drew his wand quickly and rushed through the house.

A slim man with a determined face without any facial hair except well trimmed sideburns was looking at them with furious black eyes. His short and wavy black hair was moving as he spoke. He had a French accent.

"Your debt must be paid Lucian! I think I gave you enough time to settle the things…"

The man was holding a wand with his bony, long-fingered hands. He seemed to have no mercy with a sensible urge to kill. Anton raised his wand and asked with a threatening voice:

"Who are you? What are you seeking?"

The man turned to Anton, looked him with the same ferocity, there was no changing in his determined expression. Anton's voice didn't seem to have any effect. With his French accent he replied with a question:

"Who are you supposed to be? I think this must be your son, Lucian?"

"Y… Yes Benoit"

His father was full of fear; Anton had never seen this tough man of this little Eastern European town like this before. Anton opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't as the man named Benoit acted suddenly.

"This is none of his business"

He made a sudden movement with his wand; Anton flew out of the room. He shut the door and made it a rigid body. Anton was pushing to open, he pointed his wand and casted the Alohomora Charm. However it did not work.

Everything was visible through the little door window. Benoit was shouting and Anton's mother Sylvia entered the scene. She was supporting Lucian, Benoit was angry. Anton pointed his wand again and shouted: "REDUCTO!"

The door didn't even budge. Benoit seemed to cast a high level protection spell. Anton attempted for eavesdropping. The spell worked, Benoit was shouting with fury:

"Lucian, you gambled with me, you offered it and you lost everything. Even this house belongs to me, but I am merciful enough not to throw you out! I am here for a little payment that you must have prepared an amount larger than I ask!"

"But I am telling you, I have nothing. It was a deal! You promised to take it when I accumulated it!"

"Yes I did, but I have the right to change the conditions. And I want 50 Galleons right now!"

Anton's mother took a few steps to Benoit, she pointed her finger to him, and her blue eyes were burning with anger, "Why are you so far away from understanding? We don't have the money, you cannot change the conditions if we cannot fulfill them!" she said.

Benoit frowned, "Sylvia, I appreciate your guardianship for your useless husband. But, as everything lies here already belong to me, these are vestigial words to spill. You can't question my actions with this manner of anger" he said.

Anton was looking for alternative ways as the charm was still bringing the voices from the room. The room was within the perimeter of a high level spell which Anton had never seen or tried to dispel. He was so desperate; he was praying that the argument may end in a peaceful way.

He ran back to the door of the room hoping for an opportunity to get in the room and incapacitate Benoit. His father drew his wand with a sudden movement, "Benoit, we can settle this without a fight. But you are going too far. I cannot lend you Sylvia till I prepare the payment!" he shouted.

Suddenly Benoit's face became twisted with anger, "You are resisting in a way which is not righteous! I'm the one who will make demands, and you are not the one to question them!" he said, he raised his wand, "Don't try to settle this through fighting, everybody knows I'm better, much better!"

Sylvia pulled her wand too, "You can't behave like this. We are nor seeking to fight neither running away from payment. You can come anytime, we are not going anywhere and we promised to pay. What drove you mad like this?" she asked.

Benoit's face changed to the same determined manner from the twisted one, "I said, I preserve my rights to change conditions" his voice was surprisingly calm, "and I'm asking what I should have asked before. Just 50 Galleons! I need it bad, and I cannot retrieve it from anywhere!" He said.

Lucian asked: "But we don't have it, we can't give it to you. Why should we hide it from you?".

Benoit lost his temper, "THEN GIVE ME SYLVIA! Your wife will serve me until you find 50 Galleons" he said with fury. "But you cannot ask me to do this! How do you expect me to fulfill this request?" Lucian said.

"I'm not responsible from the following then… Benoit Bardem is not known with his forgiveness to treachery"

Benoit raised his wand, Anton tried everything to get in but he failed in every attempt. Lucian and Sylvia tried to curse Benoit, however he moved his hand like he is holding a whip and with a sudden blinding illumination both curses missed him.

He moved his hand in the same way creating the same effect and left both of them disarmed with a dense feeling of shock and surprise. "I've warned you Rembrandts, "He said, "I never wanted to settle this through magical abilities"

He looked at Lucian's face, than Sylvia's and he said with a low voice: "I'm sorry to do this, but there is no other way to have your possessions…"

Anton was shouting from his place, trying to stop him. However he was the only one to hear his screams. He heard Benoit's voice full of hate, anger and contempt:

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Lucian flew through the room lifelessly, Sylvia screamed with pain. As she was reaching for him, Benoit stroke again:

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The jet of green light caught her with a cold embrace. She fell without any connection to the world she stood seconds ago; she fell like an empty bag. Anton was full of pain; he couldn't know what to do. The obstructing spell lifted as Benoit Disapparated from the scene with a victorious smile.