Tobias eyed the club that Kalle waved about with appreciation, though he couldn't help the lift of his hand nor the words that came out. "The idea is to scare him; not kill him. Just keep that in mind, right? Get carried away and we'll see the walls of Azkaban; do it just right and no one will ever know it was us. Which is the point."

That he was so close to be yanked out of the school, for his mum was still intent on bringing him home early, was just one of the factors that had him so eager to take care of the problem of Noah van Hagens. It was far more than that, however. Tobias hated gays. Hated them with that irrational sort of fear which was ingrained in purebloods for a variety of bigoted beliefs in their lives. But, had Noah only been gay, it wouldn't have incensed him to this point; he'd have merely ignored the other. Noah had made it difficult for Tobias to do that, however. For years the Hufflepuff had been miserable to be around; had provoked him. It was that which had lit the initial fire; it was Noah's final act - mentioned earlier - that had been the last ember to be thrown upon the fire.

Reaching the figure, he was about to tug out his wand to land the first hex when Noah spoke. He didn't answer for Kalle; he knew that the attempt would be ill-appreciated. Instead, stepping back from the spit, he glowered from behind his mask. "Going to do a bloody dance for us, van Hagens?"