Patience was a virtue, he had been told at one point and had naturally not listened to it. No one on the planet could ever accuse Wolfegang Hughes as being a particularly patient sort of fellow, because he was quite easily the opposite. This proved a disadvantage in this particular situation because he had just revealed to his enemy, if this person was indeed an enemy and every sense was telling him that it was, that he was driven by impatience and thus could be quite easy to disengage should the person desire to wait it out until Wolfe got impatient and revealed his position. Which he did as well. He stood there for a few moments cursing words that would make even the most crude sailor blink, he possibly even invented a few new curse words and it was quite sad that he did not patent them for he could have made a bit of cash from said words. He had done the one thing that could get even the most experienced Auror killed. Now the other person was granted with an idea of his position and could attack him from any direction.

Which unfortunately for him the person did.

What was the oddest thing about it, however, was that instead of a hex. . . or a curse for that matter, the person hit the bush next to him with a charm that caused the bush to burst out into song. Not just any song at that, but a bloody Christmas song. Of all the damn songs in the world they had to choose the one thing that annoyed him, but it did it's job at surprising him enough to take a startled step backwards and at the same time trip over his own feet and fall on his back. Which was actually ended up being fortunate for him because his attackers hex sailed right over his head. But it did nothing to soothe his bruised ego, and that made anger surge through him rather violently. Someone was going to pay for that, and pay for it in blood. He heard the familiar sound of apparation, and decided that if this person was out to attack him (well not so much attack as to detain him) then they were logically there for the reason that the Ministry feared.

He had to take a moment to run through all the thoughts in his brain and pluck out the exact location of the potionmaker's home that had been in the file that was handed to him at the start of the assignment. Wolfe took off into the direction of the house and made it a few feet before he remembered that he was a wizard and had perfectly easier ways to get to a location faster than running. His anger clouded his judgement, and he had to take a few clensing breaths before he remembered how to Apparate, but finally managed it and appeared just a little ways away from the house. It did not take him long to zero in on the light from what was obviously a wand light before it was extinguished immediately. Apparently the person had heard him coming. At least he had a general position.

Noceo Anger caused him to use a spell that was far more brutal than he might have originally used. But he was not even sure if it would hit or not. He supposed he would find out eventually.

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Dear Angel, I feel so numb and so far away
I can see myself on the pavement where I lay
Oh Angel, why do I stare so? What do I see?
Why do these lifeless eyes look at way back at me?