Did he really have to have a goal? Did she really expect him to be doing anything except tormenting her and probably trying to capture her, since she was part of that little bloody Society that was constantly meddling in affairs it didn't belong in? He chuckled underneath the mask, an ugly, muffled sound, and raised his own wand again.
Another diffindo (because really, making someone pass out from blood-loss was really one of the most enjoyable ways to make a capture) had him pressing closer to her, making sure to stay clear of the edge that he was wobbling on.
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