Vladimir Borgin Vs Rufus Tremlett Cotillion excerpt
At the corner of his eye he spotted his mates; Macnair was busy in a heated duel, looking a bit preoccupied-- odd really. And Rowle was running past him in a manic, chasing after a group of students. The pair had no specific objections like he did. âRufus!â He shouted at the fourth year, catching him in his sights again before he could take off. He wondered what he could have been feeling? Did he think the elder was here to help? Surely he couldnât be that stupid? âFamilienvermächtnisse, haben sie vergessen?" His accent thickened as he spoke the German words, the language that was often spoke during family gathering.  Family Legacies, did you forget? The shopkeeper had always been the one to practice tough love on his cousin. In many ways, it really was the only form of affection he could show him due to the disappointment he harbored. Heirs of the Blishwick clan, He, Damien, and Rufus were suppose to be setting an example and making their grandparents proud. âOpa und Oma lassen.â Grandpa and Grandma send their regards. The end of his wand shot out a green light but instead of aiming it at Rufus, it headed straight in the direction of the blonde beside him.Â
âOpa und Oma lassen.â His eyes grew wide, and before the flash of green could register in his eye sight he had pushed the Ravenclaw boy out of the way, barely missing the killing curse. âGo!â He couldnât explain the sensation he was going through. It was an anger he had never felt before, only witnessed in those such as Vladimir. If looks could kill, Rufus would have already killed his cousin over a dozen times in just one stare. âWie kĂśnnen sie es wagen?âHow dare you? His eyes were bright with fury and unwilling to look and see whether or not Louis had left. He was too preoccupied with keeping his eyes on Vladimir, waiting to catch him on any sudden movement he might make. In the back of his mind, he knew he didnât a serious chance against him. I mean, really? A fourth year up against an adult Neo Death Eater? Despite what he might have read in History of Magic about the second war, he was still unconvinced that children could make much of a difference, specifically Harry had he not been âthe chosen oneâ. âIf you have a problem with me, than deal with me.â As soon as he said these words he knew he had insulted the elder. With a death glare, he shot a curse at him, which Rufus quickly deflected but it was merely a distraction. Rufus had never been in an actual duel before and so he didnât realize that trick. Plus, Vladimir was much faster with the flick of his wrist. Right after he delivered the first curse he shout out the cruciatus curse. Rufus buckled down in pain, but despite how much it hurt he had not cried in pain, just a little grunt her and there to emphasis his discomfort. What he did do was stare, stare back at his family with hatred in his eyes. âAlways so rebellious, Rufus.âVladimir feigned a tone of sadness. âYou leave me no choice, really. Why, just that look in your eyes, Iâve always noticed it, the look that told me youâd be easy to stray. Itâs not your fault,â he repeated the curse without speaking the words and Rufus jerked back onto the ground. âClearly, youâre much too tainted. But itâs nothing some time at the Fun House wonât fix.â
