Were Tobias a more sporting sort, he may have waited for van Hagens to respond; were Tobias a more sporting sort. Fact was, Tobias was Slytherin through and through and fairplay didn't count unless he cared to let it. Tonight, he didn't give a damn. Tonight he wanted to take out his frustration and anger and disappointment on someone who, in his view, not only deserved it but would likely be better for it. Hex the gay out of him, to be blunt about it.

Flicking his wand up in that moment, he threw a fast hex at the other; a hex designed to cause the hexed to feel a sharp pain along the neck muscles. He was using another before he hardly had the first gone, this time a charm designed to jerk Noah to his feet. "Go for your wand, van Hagens," he snarled, "go for it before my friend, here, does some damage of his own."