“BOMBARDA MAXIMA!!!”
Lucien growled his own incantations, the fire burning behind his eyes as well as deep in his stomach. He turned the culmination of his rage on the Minister. In the moment, he was the muggles, he was the society that had failed him and Alphonsine. The man had not personally affronted him, but he was the head and had done nothing to remedy the great travesty that had been committed.
He cast the spell, unconcerned for the concrete matter that would splatter across the courtyard. He was set to purpose. “FIGHT ME YOU COWARD!!” He spat, switching between the man and the stone figures, his spells shooting from his wand with near reckless abandon. “Enough of your shields and parlour tricks. Fight me, or you’ll fall right here.” He would not stand idly by while Charles cast himself a house of spells to protect him. They would break and after they did, the man would follow.
Lucien kept fighting, unrelenting and unwilling to yield to soft pleas.
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