Leathan

The moment that the door burst open, Leathan's wand was already firmly in his grasp. He was leaping the table next, the expensive bottle of firewhiskey and accompanying shot glasses shattering as they went flying. It took him less than a heartbeat to lock the positions of each person about him into place and then it was time for him to do his job. This was, afterall, what he - and Helena - had been trained for.

Not that he doubted the abilities of the other's at the table, but still, outside of Dumbledore, he didn't know how much experience the others may or may not have had facing down the baddies.

His first hex slammed into the deflected attempt of another and it was in that precise moment that he felt his mind starting to float, the tension in his muscles releasing and his wand hand lowering. Imperius. He knew the feeling. How many times had he felt this precise calmness of mind - lack of thought - during practice sessions with Summer? He couldn't begin to count them.

A moment later, he jerked his mind free of the control, his wand snapping as he shouted a curse right back at the one who'd just attempted to take control of his mind:

"Inurgeo aura!" The air in front of the Death Eater grew thick in that instant before working to shove the other into the nearest wall.

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Filius

Not for anything was Filius the Advisor for the Dueling Club at school - nor had he held the title of Master Dueler for nothing. He may have been diminuative but to mistake that for him not being intelligent and, more importantly, quick, was to the demise of the other.

Thus, the moment that the hex was tossed at him, he had a shield up and, in the heartbeat after he was throwing out his own hex, "Locomotor mortis!"

Sometimes the simplest of hexes weren't expected and thus worked better than the more complex, though he didn't dare to leave it at something so simplistic and threw another on the tail end of the first. Hexes coming at the speed of two or more together were far harder to stop, afterall: "Praemo!"