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ROUND TWO
Despite appearing wholly stoic, Caradoc experienced nothing but smug satisfaction as he watched Derek Dobbs trip and nearly topple over for the third time in the last ten minutes. Smoothly, as nothing of it, Caradoc retracted his foot from under Derek's heel, and waited only a beat before quickly jamming his elbow into Derek's side as the other wizard went to straighten his giant self of a body.

It was rather trivial, yes, but after the last twenty-four hours, it was the very least form of entertainment Derek could provide. After all, he had been a piss-poor host, one that Caradoc, frankly, was simply dying to repay all efforts to. He had already shown his ferocious gratitude by redecorating what could have possibly been the most delicately feminine flat in the UK (its floor had been far too clean. All contents within said home were overdue a bit of dismantling and relocation to the ground at once). But what else could he due to reciprocate Derek Dobb's hospitality?

Oh, Caradoc had a few select ideas. But they were for a later time, when a wand wasn't currently fixed to his spine, his hands weren't restricted, and he wasn't being dragged through what he could only assume was an outdoor charity event.

Dobbs had obviously lost his mind. What good he thought it would do to drag him, Caradoc Dearborn, into public, he had little care to discern. Mind-numbingly obtuse mistakes like that only made his job, in due time slipping out from underneath Derek's grasp to then go on to destroy everything and everyone Dobbs loved, that much easier. Caradoc supposed Derek might have thought it would keep either of them from making a scene, which he was partially correct about; Caradoc couldn't afford bringing any kind of attention to himself. It was the only thing that kept him relatively quiet and going along with this charade parade. It was within his best interest to go along as long as possible, he believed, until the right opportunity presented itself.

That opportunity being overpowering Dobbs for his wand, knocking the bloody tosser out after erasing his memory, and then apparating to his home to burn it to the ground.

But he digressed.

The ground had become soft under his feet, and Caradoc could hear rustling of the flora kind around him as they trudged along. No immediate people, only vague voices in the long distance. It was coming.

"I'm going to enjoy killing you for this," he hissed, delightfully murderous, and promptly wedged his foot underneath Derek's again. Caradoc couldn't see much over the cloaked hood Dobbs had forced on him, just enough to continue to be hindering. "Is this something you really want to die for? Me?"