Oh, of all the bloody times for the power to go out -- it would have to be when he was taking a piss, wouldn't it? Bertram gritted his teeth, annoyed that he'd have to try and shake it off without getting any on his robes in the dark, since he wouldn't be able to reach his wand without getting it ... erm, wet.
The footsteps in the dark told him also that he wasn't alone - Merlin's wrinkly balls, could this be any worse? If he bumped into another guy's chubby in the dark he was reasonably sure that didn't count as gay, but what if that started some sort of horrible mental trigger and --
Bertram nearly jumped out of his skin at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey," he started, "If this is your way of coming on to me, I have to say --" he was cut short by a fist connecting with his jaw, and silenced by a bright flash of light that left him with no more fight or wit left.
This was just bloody lovely. He felt his head swimming and tried to have the sense to call out for someone -- Bianca, she was a hitwizard, she could do something -- but he was vaguely aware of someone dragging him out of the loo and away.
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