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Chapter 9
Severus anticipated that once the Grey Scholar had found his way back to the castle, so too would other ghosts over the next few years. And spirits were all part of the experience of wizarding life and really an indication of a place of power; and as such almost necessary.
Having such spirits as poltergeists was less pleasant.
The poltergeist that moved in wore medieval jester's garb only faintly more outrageous and started throwing things almost immediately.
The children were horrified.
Severus sighed and summoned the whole school.
"Those of you who know others at Hogwarts have doubtless heard of Peeves; who comes with the castle, as Professor Dumbledore has been heard to say. Peeves is an exceptionally sophisticated poltergeist; for that is what this manifestation of mischief is. Poltergeists are attracted to teenage children, especially those of wizarding potential; for one to find a concentration of wizarding children is almost inevitable. The term is from the German, Poltern, to rumble or make a noise, and Geist, a spirit. They are spirits of ordinal chaos and are often thought to spring spontaneously from the chaotic thoughts of the adolescent. Others believe that they are more insubstantial than usual fey who can maintain an existence by feeding on strong emotions especially of the juvenile kind, being mentally not entirely well developed. Der Spassmacher as we must call this entity is NOT attached to this castle. We can offer him refuge with conditions attached or I can banish him. I will give you all twenty-four hours and call for a secret ballot on the subject. I will not have my pupils upset if you feel having a jesting poltergeist around is unreasonable; though he too is a natural manifestation of the wizarding world and might learn to grow as Peeves has done."
The wilder spirits among the boys naturally thought the idea of a rude poltergeist was cool, even if the most of them missed most of the German insults he shouted. The older girls were frankly appalled.
The vote was very close; there were those who did not much like the idea but thought it a shame to throw him out, especially as they had every expectation that Professor Snape could control him. The vote to let him stay was one of just a few more votes then those to cast him out.
Severus decided to interpret that by giving Spassmacher a trial period.
He ordered the poltergeist down from the ceiling where he was dropping water pellets.
"Yah, can't make me" said that wight. He had less physical substance than Peeves and felt this gave him safety.
Severus smiled, waved a hand to produce insubstantial bindings out of fey space and placed a collar and lead on Spassmacher.
The poltergeist was drawn firmly towards the headmaster.
"Actually, yes I CAN make you" said Severus. "We have dubbed you Spassmacher unless you have another name; and the pupils have agreed to give you a year to prove that you can cut japes and enjoy their antics without making a serious nuisance of yourself. And that requires a bond-oath. Ah, I see that DOES mean something; I thought you were of the fey. You shall swear a bond-oath that you will not go into any sleeping rooms; that you will not interfere with lessons; and that you will not cause a disruption during exams. Pestering examiners outside of exam time does not count in that; if they can't cope with a ruddy poltergeist by the time they're on an examining board they deserve all they can get. Your bond-oath will also be to refrain from using the more sexually explicit terms and insults; and to leave alone entirely those of the children here who are below school age. If any of my more talented offspring start anything you may retaliate" he added. "On these conditions you may stay for the next year and a day at least; and if you are a merry enough jester we shall keep you."
"You are in sooth most ill advised, Headmaster" boomed the Grey Scholar.
"Possibly; I am also inclined to feel that all beings have their place, poltergeists as much as ghosts" said Severus. "If he displeases you, walk through him; Peeves of Hogwarts dislikes that of all things."
"I will of good behaviour be" said Spassmacher hastily.
"Yes; you have less substance than Peeves; it will disrupt you most painfully" said Severus. "You swear the bond-oath as I have stated it?"
"I swear" said Spassmacher.
The Grey Scholar snorted; but the decision was made and Severus made a careful note on his forward planner to the year and a day, at which time the bond-oath must either be made permanent or Spassmacher must be cast out.
The poltergeist was rapidly shortened to 'Spass' and the children became used to him playing his jests out of lessons. Prefects went quietly round groups of pupils with advice not to encourage him by taking a whole lot of notice of the disruption; since attention only made poltergeists worse, and presently he would settle down to a lower level of nuisance.
It was hard; but the older ones at least worked on it. Irmi Luytens indeed carried on talking without pause when a water bomb landed on her, absently – and it is to be said wordlessly and wandlessly – casting a drying charm.
She was no fun!
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Silvina Snape was no fun either.
She might not have progressed to the Elf King's Tune – which Seagh was still researching – to cause uncontrollable dancing even after the tune finished; but she had learned enough to make the poltergeist dance to her direction while she was still playing. And being a fey tune based on the song of the Veeli, twisted by a human to be fey affecting, it had an effect on Spass without making the human children do more than twitch a bit and tap their feet. Seagh had put his head together with the other musicians of any experience to change the dancing curse to target Spass as soon as the spirit had moved in; Seagh WAS fey and reared as such; and he could have told learned theorists on the origins of poltergeists exactly where they came from. As he said to Severus.
Severus laughed.
"I guessed he was fey; I should have asked you!" he said "I don't really believe in a 'spontaneously generated malevolent intellect born of the negative aspects of adolescence' as I believe Armando Dippet described Peeves in one of his more rambling learned works. Or rather, not very learned works. Poor old Dippet was a great philosophic magician but a lousy teacher; and hence a lousy writer, being unable to add a cogency to the subtle fancies of his brain between beautiful idea and the poetry of the written word."
"That sounds like you're mangling Edgar Allan Poe again dad" said Seagh. Severus grinned.
"Somewhat; perhaps I'm leading to 'quoth the Dippet nevermore'" he said. "Sorry I did not think to check with you – silly of me."
"Well I might not have met any" said Seagh "And indeed I have not; but in feyspace I can SEE his essential fey nature and its tie to that reality and the more tenuous connection to us here. Your use of the medium he thinks of as his alone has impressed him most tremendously; he's wondering whether to view you as an implacable foe or to fawn on you as a highfey lord. If you speak to him with kindness but aloofness I think you'd win the puir sleekit creature to personal loyalty."
"Thanks Seagh; I'll do that" said Severus. "And as well to keep him aware that there are those of us who can perform fey magic. The music was clever."
"Silvina asked if music could affect what spells might not as he was not fully substantial" said Seagh "She's blossomed since she became our sister; even more than finding her music pleases others. Spells CAN affect him of course; but he has some resistance, being partly in feyspace. But music is easier for those not yet knowledgeable about how to manipulate fey magic. Reckon music might be almost as powerful as chanting by the time we've finished chasing up all its ramifications. I'm off to Russia by the way; I skanked an invitation to a Russian fey rath, or whatever they call them in parts foreign. And Stripes Khan wants me to take notes as well, because all he knows about the Russian fey is that they call House Elves and lowfey Domovoi, and they have Pogrebin, and their brand of water nymph is called the Rusalka."
"The range of fey is I imagine the same as any range of fey only with different local nomenclature" said Severus. "And in common with every other fey an inordinate number of nymphs and such female forms to lure mortal men to increase the solidity of offspring by their seed. And like fey anywhere as likely to kill the sperm donor as not."
Seagh laughed.
"And it's aye that I'll no' let these wifies near ma' privates" he said. "I may be half fey but I've still vigour that they'd jump at; they can just SMELL the power of the bloodgroup. And some of the groups I've talked to – I've travelled as a bard, so sacred – have hinted hard enough that if I'd care to lead them on a crusade against wizards and muggles they'd follow me!"
"I take it you're not tempted" said Severus.
"Whisht! Wha' for wud I care fer sich baubles?" said Seagh. "I'm human more than fey anyhow. Their ragged glamour disgusts me. They could have at least dignity and fair enough garb if they stirred themselves to weave, and eat better if they but cared to farm; but though it is the way of house elves to labour and to be happy in their industry it is the fey nature to idle and play rather than turn a hand to improve their lot. Bunch o' juveniles" he added scornfully.
Severus laughed.
"Well you've had enough raising by Krait to know that she considers idle hands a personal affront" said he. "She knows how to work and has made sure all of you youngsters do too."
"And she's taught us how to make chores less arduous; and how many hands make light work" said Seagh. "And at that I could do worse in finding out about Russian fey by asking our Russian elves we stole. For whilst they may not know much they may have stories!"
Severus nodded agreement; that WAS a good idea! The elves had served the brutal Odessa officer they had taken them from for generations; but even so they might have their own folk tales that the masters never got to hear!
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Apart from minor interruptions from Spass and the slight shock of finding the Grey Scholar gliding through a bookcase in the library the new occupants made very little difference to the majority of the school; though the Muggle Marauders did ask Irmi to teach them her patent spell of lightning bolt blasting, in order to figure out a way to tone it down; on the principle that if electricity disrupted magic – as the Lowther twins knew better than anyone – then such brief shocks would be useful as incentives to discourage either poltergeists or ghosts from making too much of a flaming nuisance of themselves.
It was something that had a side effect because as Pete Lowther was practising his electric prod curse whilst propping his back against his twin, who was trying to perfect his colour changing charm in preparation for the OWLs coming up next term, Fred yelped as his own spell dissipated in mid cast from Peter's electrical blast.
They then started duelling with more serious spells with Peter firing off electrical blasts nearby.
It was not quite as good as a shield charm as sometimes it only diminished a spell; but it seemed to work on those spells that protego did not touch – avocado kedavra for example.
"And if it works on the avocado curse, it works on the killing curse" said Fred; and they proceeded to present it to the MSHG.
Severus called on David to cast the killing curse at him, knowing that David could actually manage to do it without getting cold feet. So could Krait but Severus did not want to risk electrocuting Krait while she was still breast feeding.
David was happy to help out; and gasped out loud as Severus set up a web of electrical discharge in front of him.
"You can feel it being disrupted as it leaves your wand; quite disconcerting" he said. "Well that's another sure counter Sev; well done you twins. Mind you, only blood group could muster the power to create that much energy."
"I should think any powerful wizard would manage in enough of an emergency" said Severus. "Not a single speck came through to the scar though; and if it upsets the caster that has to be an advantage too. Heh, I wonder, if there are attackers on brooms if a sufficiently powerful burst would temporarily disrupt the flying charms."
"I've all but come off my broom before for power lines I didn't know about" said David with feeling. "And we all know what electrical storms do to brooms; make them totally unpredictable! Nice work, don't neglect your other schoolwork you lot" he added to the Muggle Marauders as a whole.
oOoOo
It was obviously a term for visitors.
Strang contacted Severus in his office via globe.
"There's a female and a baby asking for sanctuary, boss" he said "I'm bringing her up, account of her seeming scared; said she was an old girl called Amarantha, once Keil".
"Merlin's beard!" said Severus "I'd have thought she'd want to shake the dust of this place off her shoes… sanctuary you say? Well she has some sense then!"
Severus pulsed his wives, and also Victor, to send the head boy to escort Amarantha to his office.
She might very well indeed want sanctuary; but it was bad policy to permit those who had not been model students to wander about the place willy-nilly.
Amarantha's looks were a shock when Victor brought her to Severus' office. She had never been the beauty her sometime crony of convenience Morgana Fairchild had been; but she had always been a pretty girl. Now she was pasty and ill looking and the touches of lines of worry; and did not look the mere twenty years old she really was. She had a baby two or three months old clutched to her in a blanket. She took one look at Severus and burst into tears.
Sirri removed the baby from her grasp to cuddle and Severus and Krait manoeuvred the girl onto the sofa to sit each side with compassionate arms around her.
"Tell me all about it Amarantha" said Severus staring firmly into her eyes.
"I – I met this man" said Amarantha "And he was so handsome and caring and kind – or so it seemed. He was German – his name is Alaric Von Stern – and….. and I fell in love" she said. "Jade had told me that some Germans take their wives wands from them but I could not believe such of Alaric; he was so interested in my schoolwork. I know now" she added bitterly "That he was pumping me to get information about Prince Peak for Odessa; but then I was flattered. You can laugh if you like."
"I would not ever laugh at a girl cruelly deceived by one of the dogs of Odessa" said Severus quietly. "All of Miss Cackle's girls were more innocent than I could hope to cure in a mere couple of years. For all your worldly wise airs and cynical air, you have been no exception; and I am sorry that I was unable to give you enough tools to deal with the real world."
"If only I had listened harder!" wailed Amarantha. "I – I married Alaric; I told him my blood was pure because I don't think we have any muggles in the family tree; I didn't think it mattered much anyway so long as I was of good wizarding stock. And the wedding night was just fine; he – he was a little FORCEFUL but that's not necessarily bad, at least I didn't think so; only next morning I couldn't find my wand. And I said so and he said I shouldn't need that any more now I was married as it was his job to protect me; and I said that was ridiculous, what about grooming charms and little household spells; and he said he had six house elves so I need not worry my pretty head. Have you any idea how oppressive it is being waited on hand and foot and not doing ANYTHING?"
"I can guess" said Severus "I've trained enough elves to be independent, and I find the untrained and servile ones make me want to scream."
"Yes; it is like that!" said Amarantha. "I guess I never knew before – my family have never had an elf – how irritating elves can be when they're NOT like the school elves. Well I told him, no wand, no sex; so he…. he" she flushed and buried her face in her hands "He raped me! I suppose you'll say a man can't rape his wife – but it was so degrading and humiliating!"
Dione sat beside Amarantha on the floor and took her hands.
"I KNOW Amarantha" she said "I was raped by my stepfather when I was fourteen; he got me with child. Severus took that baby to rear as his own; it's why I ended up with him."
"I was raped by my former master – before I took this big form" said Sirri "And I was lucky NOT to get with child. Krait and Severus rescued me."
"And I understand humiliation from perverse and twisted lust too" said Krait. "We do not think it ridiculous; just because this creep married you doesn't stop him being a creep."
"Oh! I – I never knew" said Amarantha.
"We have a loving family now to overcome it; why should we parade our previous damage to schoolchildren – unless they need the reassurance that you CAN survive it?" said Krait. "It was none of your business. Now it IS your business because you need to know we understand and will stand by you."
"I – I curled up and cried the first time" said Amarantha "And brewed a potion to make sure I wasn't pregnant; that I had managed to learn even though I wasn't much good at potions here. And that I could do without a wand. And I made contraceptive draughts. And he kept checking me to see if I was pregnant yet; and – and I told him a girl doesn't necessarily want a baby right away and he – he managed to make me tell him I'd brewed contraceptive, and he – he beat me. And he forbade the elves to get me ingredients; and – and he cast a stinging hex in-inside me and said that he would check weekly if I was pregnant and every week I wasn't he'd – he'd stimulate my womb the same way until I was. And he locked me in my room and came to me every night. I almost got used to it" she sobbed again "And I had little choice. So I spent all my pregnancy locked up, seeing nobody but elves and Alaric checking my baby's health from time to time. And all I could think of for a while was trying to kill myself; and then I got angry. And I remembered that some of you people could cast spells without a wand; and – and I started practising. It was so hard! And I was doing it wordlessly as well in case he had those ruddy elves lurking invisible to spy on me. I think after a while if he had, he stopped because I made myself just sit all day and look resigned; and he actually made them make me exercise every day for the health of the baby. Not a nice walk outside, mind, but physical jerks in my luxurious prison. It isn't healthful I can tell you! But I made like I was complying; and finally I managed to pull off locomotor charms. And then it was a question of practising; and as I got bigger I knew I couldn't escape until after baby was born. And he did at least have in a woman who used midwifery spells; to make sure his brat survived I suppose. But then he came in, all in a rage, and said I was a blood liar because my great grandmother had had an illegitimate baby; and I said so what; and he slapped me about and screeched at me that who knew WHAT had fathered her child. And he only stopped when I passed out because I was bleeding again; it was the day after I'd birthed. Then he said he would have to research to find out if I had birthed some lowborn scum because I was so perverse. And I shouted back and said I hoped that my great grandmother had slept with a goblin; and he hit me again but at least I made him peer at my ears in horror. And I've been waiting to get enough strength to use alohamora on the door and get out of his schloss; and then I put all my trust in knowing the area here so well and apparated; because if small Alaric and I ended up lost in apparation or fatally splinched, I really didn't care any more because at least I'd die free and baby wouldn't be murdered. I don't know who got her pregnant; it's such a long time ago; who cares?"
"Most Germans" said Severus dryly "They don't consider you a proper wizard if you've not got eleven generations of provable purity in you. Which is why being made a fool of by a half breed like me upset Odessa so much" he added. "You did well Amarantha; and we shall assuredly protect you. And there are a number of things we have to consider."
"Yes; even under fidelius charm an elf can find one of their own blood – to wit, the babe" said Krait. "When he finds out you are gone we shall have to deal with all his elves."
"Do – they don't deserve to DIE" said Amarantha.
"There's more ways of dealing than killing" said Krait. "But Odessa has been gone almost a year – I take it that this Von Stern character refuses to accept that?"
Amarantha stared.
"Gone?" she said.
"Yes; our Jade infiltrated Durmstrang and brought Odessa down" shrugged Krait "Last Easter as it happens. The government in Germany has altered radically to be more in line with that of Britain; it's not perfect but we have forced in a few good changes. Time will improve it. We disapprove of racist scum as you know; and if people go out of their way to try to force their nasty views on us we get irritated. Gerhardt, like Voldemort, irritated us; and they share the distinction of being dead. You were right to come to us; we WILL deal with this Von Stern."
"I'll call death duel on him" said Severus. "Give me a chance to practise those new spells those monkeys in the fifth developed."
"Use the Hermione Granger Shrinking Special" said Krait. "And then obliteeriate him nastily that way."
"It has a charm of its own" said Severus.
"What is that?" asked Amarantha.
"Hermione developed it when up against a cruel little racist Tadeusz Zwed; let him cast at her shield charm while she chanted; and made the piste itself attack him by shrinking him. By running off the piste he could save himself."
Amarantha paled.
"Tadeusz Zwed is a friend of – of my husband" she said.
"By the company they keep so shall you know them" said Severus dryly. "Looks like they may then be using Poland as a base to fight to keep Odessa alive; Tadeusz Zwed is a Polish name. One of the uses of Ancient Runes; to know where people come from" he added absently. "Don't worry Amarantha; I will kill this husband of yours and leave your son the clear heir so YOU have the ordering of the elves; and I strongly suggest you first order them on a trip to England to break the self-punishment compulsion then give them clothes and pay them to stay."
"I don't ever want to go back to that castle!" said Amarantha.
"Well we shall sort something out for your future – when you are free" said Dione "Severus is very clever about that sort of thing."
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The first elf arrived next to Sirri and the baby and went to snatch the child.
The elf, a little female, went flying across the room half stunned at a gesture of Sirri; and the castle chatelaine set up a brief chant, Krait chuckling and joining in. The intruding elf was enclosed in bars of crackling blue.
Amarantha gasped. She had seen that Sirri was powerful; she had not realised just HOW powerful.
"Very neat my dear" said Severus.
"What did you do?" asked Amarantha "Don't hurt Hildi, she has tried to be kind without breaking orders."
"She's not hurt" said Sirri "But nor can she go anywhere; I understand elf apparation on an arithmantic level. I can use Arithmancy to place her in a non elf apparating zone. And to restrict her movement. Excuse me" she chanted a little more, extending the area and summoning into it a toilet pan and a curtain. "One's comforts need to be addressed after all" she said. "Things can be passed through the bars like food and drink; but she can't get out. We'll extend the size as each of them arrive. Oh dear" as Hildi started banging her head on the floor. Sirri made a complex pass with her wand and the little elf fell asleep. "Temporary measure but best I can do on the spur of the moment."
"Draught of living death until we can free them" said Severus. "I have a few doses."
"Good job we still have a few Wiggenweld potions to counteract it" said Krait dryly.
"Seagh's in darkest Russia; I'm sure if I contact him he'll manage to pick up a few unicorn horns in passing" said Severus serenely. "Russia's stiff with unicorns; and I doubt many of their rather effete wizards manage to get into the wilder parts to collect horns; too many fey."
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Amarantha was installed in the family quarters for the time being with Sirri to be with her; and over the rest of the day they collected the other five house elves.
"And he hasn't any idea where she's gone either" said Severus in satisfaction "Because none of them have got back to report. And as she seems to have railed against us to him at first for our ways I doubt anyone as limited as an Odessa man would realise that however much she hated being in trouble for having ways we disapproved of, she could still see the school as a haven of safety"
The others nodded. Amarantha had proffered the opinion once that whatever else she might feel, she had every respect for Severus' efficiency! And horrified, and finding the kind of racism that put her and her child at risk, she had turned to someone she knew would combat the kind of man her husband was; and who she knew was strong. The idea of placing herself into the hands of one she had disliked however, just because she disliked him a lot less than she now loathed her husband, never would occur; indeed it is doubtful whether Von Stern even REALISED that she loathed him. He saw her no doubt as perverse and in need of schooling; and when she had recognised her role of German womanhood inferior to her husband, doubtless he even expected her to be contented! She had been complying; and no doubt up to the moment she had run away Von Stern had congratulated himself that he had tamed her and that all the English would eventually be so tamed.
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Severus set out the next day, it being the weekend, using Amarantha's knowledge of where she had been held. Since she had been brought to the castle as a bride, she must of necessity know where it was; the only way she had been able to apparate away from it to Austria. And lucky NOT to splinch herself at that; but distance of time had loaned enough nostalgia to the school to give her perfect visualisation.
Severus took Ron and David to be seconds; and went into the nearest wizarding gasthof where he proceeded to rise and
sing in his fine light baritone a funny and scurrilous song about Von Stern.
That ought to bring him running.
The song involved Von Stern's stern – as one might say – and a variety of different magical creatures. One had to be blunt with Germans; subtlety passed them by.
He was starting the verse about the centaur with plays on the term 'horse-play' when Von Stern arrived with a loud CRAC! With his wand out. He started pouring curses into Severus, who absently brushed them aside, finished his verse and said
"Isn't it usually customary to issue a challenge to duel first? I thought you counted yourself as civilised people; obviously I was wrong."
He recognised Von Stern from the pictures in Amarantha's head; and knew that the German wizard was even angrier than otherwise because his wife, son, and all his house elves had disappeared.
"The hell with that! Scum don't deserve a challenge! Avad….OOOOW" Von Stern tried the killing curse and Severus electrocuted the spell neatly. The killing curse thus bounced stung the wand hand of its caster nastily and Von Stern dropped his wand.
Severus had not even got his out.
"I think it would be politer to the good people here if we take this outside" said Severus. "And if you do not call duel on me, I call duel on YOU for your attacking of me out of hand; and for your discourtesy of using the killing curse where it might have easily deflected onto other people had I not been so skilled in its negation."
There was a scared murmur of assent from the other wizards; and Severus rose in a leisurely fashion to move out of the door.
Von Stern scrabbled for his wand and cast the blasting hex at his back. Severus had been expecting it and a flick of the finger had his shield charm up.
"Not civilised at all then to cast at a man's back" said Severus "Ah, Mein Herr Vehmgericht; you will perchance officiate over a duel?"
"What's going on here?" demanded the German police-magistrate.
"It's very simple" murmured Severus, wondering where he would be without 'Where Eagles Dare' to quote from. "I insulted Von Stern with the intent of forcing a duel on him; so he attacked me out of hand and I countered, suggested we take the business outside and he has just been casting at my back. I should like a legal adjudicator."
"If such is true you have won on the point of law concerning cheating" said the Vehmgericht.
"Nevertheless I am willing to waive such a technical win; I wish to call death duel on Von Stern for casting the killing curse at me as I sat unwanded" said Severus.
"That is indeed grounds for a death duel; did you so cast, Herr Von Stern?" asked the Vehmgericht.
"He does not deserve duel! He is scum! He should be locked up and executed!" screamed Von Stern "I'm going to kill the bastard!"
"Then I shall set up a piste for the duel" said the Vehmgericht "As it seems no reconciliation can be reached. May I ask, Mein Herr, what is your quarrel with Herr Von Stern that you force duel on him?" he asked Severus.
Severus smiled.
"Indeed yes. He deceived and seduced a former pupil of mine; took her wand from her as no REAL man would do; and when she objected subjected her to humiliation and violence. And so as a real man does not hit women I assumed that Von Stern was incapable of being a man and probably had to enjoy the sexual favours of trolls and such in order to have some gratification" he hastily erected a lightning barrier to stop the Vehmgericht being included in another attempt at the killing curse "And I found his subsequent behaviour intemperate and of danger to others."
"Quite" said the Vehmgericht, rather shaken. And not least by having almost been on the receiving end of the killing curse – but by the casual way this stranger had blocked it. "Herein the piste; mount both of you and when one is dead you may leave. To protect others, once you are both within I shall set wards that neither can leave until one is dead."
Severus bowed curtly and walked into the area of the street designated; to call it mounting was but protocol since there was no raised area, just a bit of cobbled street. Von Stern charged in too.
Severus actually got around to drawing his wand now. And Von Stern attacked without waiting for the word. Cutting spells were the speciality of his friend Zwed; and if this monstrous wizard could counter the killing curse, perhaps he would instead bleed to death! Von Stern shouted out his spells in his anger.
And the crowd that swiftly gathered gasped that the black haired stranger did not even open his mouth to counter the jinxes and curses poured onto him.