Ralph really had to learn that he was dealing with Death Eaters, here. That meant that he was going to have to learn to fight dirty, too.
Apparently he was learning fast, though, because the Hurling Hex hit him squarely in the chest. He scowled, slamming back against the wall and letting out a hard grunt of air. It took him a few moments, but he managed to push himself to his feet.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come, you know. I'd have made a cake ... but, you know. You didn't call ahead." Although with the way that he'd knocked on the door, he might as well have.
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