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Relief slowly cleared the fair features of the black tom as he turned warily to address these new strangers. Swathed in his shadow, a now flushed Victoria tensed, regarding the shame-faced eavesdroppers with blunt suspicion residing in her eyes. As a cautious Mistoffelees prepared to interrogate the detained trio, an ominous aura encompassed the forest engulfed region. Menacing laughter sprang throughout the foliage, a potent source of evil that chilled the blood of men.
Victoria hissed, arching claws extended as her voice quavered across the forest floor.
"Macavity!"
Chattering teeth of a certain red-head stabbed through the darkness as the trio of humans drew their wands with a determined air. Mistoffelees etched his face resembling an image of disbelief. The shaky regard he felt for this 'school' was tottering along the brink of skepticism. How could these humans possibly defend themselves against the Napoleon of Crime with simple pieces of wood? The doubt melted into annoyance as he readied his powers to protect not only Victoria, but the three students as well. Clouds began to fall from the sky, rapidly descending to shroud the foliage in their misty depths. Revealed by brief catches of silver light filtering through the clouded atmosphere, a figure appeared moving closer, closer.
Ron babbled to give voice to his agitation.
"Honestly, we've face toughfa' stuff than this ol' Macavity! I mean really, 'e doesn't 'ave three heads or vision that kills 'ya at the first glance. 'ow bad could this Macavity bloke really be?"
Pearly teeth gleamed through a crimson coat of mangy fur. Shocks of red stuck to the powerfully muscled body of this master of darkness as streaks of rain pummeled the surface of the earth, as if the heavens were attempting to cleanse this evil from the planet.
A snarling sound ripped through their ears.
"Guess whose here little ones."
Grinning set to cleave his face in half, his sunken eyes reflecting that same crazed expression as he viewed his prey through a long crooked nose.
Voice set in a jovial tone, he addressed the wary creatures before him.
"Well wot do we 'ave 'ere? Seems to me I have stumbled onto the, could it be really? Why what a treat, 'tis an honor indeed to come face to face with the infamous magical Mr. Mistoffelees!"
This title earned him several curious stares pinned to his countenance. Wincing at the improper use of his true name, the dark tom turned to face his arch-nemeses who had once been vanquished by the awakening of his true power, a response to the desperation created as Macavity had taken away one of the most important figures in his life. Sneaking an inconspicuous glance towards the pale quivering body clinging to his side, he hoped for another such miracle in order to defeat this Mystery Cat.
Pitching forward, he used his body to act as a blockade between Macavity and his intended targets. Drawing his figure towards the sky and swinging shining paws towards his opponent, he growled in a low rumble, "I shall not let you harm anyone on these grounds, whether they are human or Halfling."
A highly amused Macavity spread his lethal claws wide, enclosing all five forms within his menacing aura.
"Who asked you to put words into my mouth? I do not intend to harm any of you…yet."
An estranged cackle resounded through the confines of darkness swimming before the Halfling magician as his mind was overpowered by the power emanating from the dark master of crime. Once again, Mistoffelees felt the sensation of unconsciousness invade his senses as struggling valiantly; he fell lifeless to the rock strewn soil.
