He did not appreciate being manipulated like a puppet upon a string, however he would be damned if he let the Fishy bastard know that. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his neck Noah snarled as Haddock spoke, his limbs protesting until he finally felt the hex ease from him. Now, a sensible person would have retaliated in kind, perhaps just sent a couple of torture curses in the direction of the Slytherins and been done with it, however sensible was just not one of Noah's defining features, at least not when his fight or flight response had kicked in with a very definite bias for the former. No, the only way Noah would be running anywhere was if the Fishy one decided to retreat and he was forced to head off in pursuit.

Of course, when one chooses to fight, they normally choose to do so on as level a footing possible. Yet such an attitude needed more common sense and rational thought than Noah was capable of right then, the red glare over his eyes obscuring the fact that his wand was in his back pocket, causing him to focus firstly upon the rather heavy stick in his hand. Before he could contemplate any longer he had brought the stick down with a surprising display of force upon the top of Haddock's head, the sound resonating for a moment in a way that would have made Noah wince if he wasn't too busy grinning with glee.

Short-lived glee it was though. He barely had time to draw his wand before the gaze of the taller boy was on him, shortly followed by the sort of look from Haddock which had even Noah contemplating the notion of running the fuck away. Shooting a bat-bogey hex at the taller Slytherin Noah made for the trees, dodging roots and bushes as he attempted to get some space between him and his attackers. Not that he would be able to outrun them, Noah was not ignorant of his own lack of athletic prowess, however if nothing else running gave him something to do aside from crapping his pants at just how thin Haddock's lips had got.


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Noah 'Waygay' van Hagens