thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

"Exactly." Remus moved back, tucking his wand away. "So for tonight, this moor is a public street. Muggle eyes could be anywhere. I'll be coming after you and your puppet friend as if I'd decided to break the Code and attack in public. Understood?"

"Understood." Draco nodded and began to try to mentally prepare a list of spells to use in protection. He knew some where he didn't have to rely on his wand, but they were few and not as strong. They were more for emergencies if anything. He could use a spell to hide his wand so it wasn't noticeable.

Reluctantly, Draco tucked his wand away. As he did so he quickly put a basic shield charm around the puppet. And using what he learned from last training he planned to build on that shield.

Remus nodded and suddenly moved, drawing his wand and looking darker. "The first move you make here is the most important. What is the easiest thing you can do to stop this fight before it goes any further than drawn wands?"

When Draco would go to speak, Remus would snap off, "Silenco!" To catch his student off guard and in fact, silence him.

....Well there went using that spell, he had planned to use that next. He was going to have to remember to use that first. He had been too worried about trying to get a protective spell going on the puppet first. He frowned more at himself then anything.

With a flourish of a his wand he used a spell to hold Remus in his place. He would try to work with it now. See how far he could go with out being able to speak. It was a good thing his father had taught him a variety. His father was pretty well schooled in nonverbal spells.

Good, so Draco could manage some stronger wordless spells. Remus could break the spell Draco had cast, but he wanted to see where the other went with it, more of what the younger wizard could do. His eyes narrowed and he dropped another bang - quite literally. A flash of light flared up as bright as could be right between them - anyone looking would have been at least temporarily blinded.

Instinctively he had thrown his arms up not in front himself but in front of the puppet. In the past he would have only thought to protect himself. The noise and the bright light caused Draco to panic momentarily. It took him even longer to regain his eyesight.

While he waited for his eyesight to return he tried to disarm Remus and found it more difficult to use with out being able to speak it.

Remus forcibly broke the spell holding him in place and just as Draco came out of his blindness, he would hear the /crack!/ of someone Apparating and there was Remus, holding his wand to the puppet's throat. He dropped the jinx from Draco as well, holding up his free hand to stop any further actions.

"Not bad," he said simply. "We just need to work out a few kinks in your thinking."

Draco frowned more mad at himself then anything. He knew what his mistakes had been. It was hard enough to restrain from simply protecting himself instead of the puppet. Panicking also wasn't good.

"It was a very clumsy attempt," Draco commented critiquing himself.

"I still don't think bad for me throwing you into the situation with no explanation behind it." Remus gave an encouraging look, then smiled. "I wanted to see what you had in mind first, then work from there." And he still found himself proud that Draco's first reaction had been to protect the puppet.

"Tell me why I did what I did," Remus said, gesturing to the space between himself and Draco. Could the young man figure it out for himself?

"I'm not mad at you, more at myself." Draco paused to think a bit on Remus's question.

"I think from the start you were trying to prevent me from being able to use any spells and then tried to see if I would panic and not protect the puppet." Draco carefully answered.

"Won't that loud bang from the blinding spell have drawn attention?"

"I don't want you to be mad at yourself is part of my point." Remus shook his head slightly. "Not exactly what I was going for. I was trying to show you different ways you could have been quieting the situation. Silencing your opponent may completely destroy some wizards who are unskilled in silent casting, but it will also keep the volume down on your fight. Your choice in binding me was excellent, so I wouldn't be able to move or dodge. The flash-bang is a last resort - I used it to cover the sound of my apparating. Muggles will think it was a firecracker, an explosion perhaps, but not magic. You can grab your friend and be gone."

"Right," Draco replied understanding what Remus was explaining. He made sure to store this knowledge away just in case. Having to relearn everything and rely on a different way of thinking was proving to be difficult. Everything he learned of the Dark Arts was different.

"Do a lot of Wizards know some form of silent casting? It was difficult to learn, and many felt they didn't need to know it.

Those aligned with the Dark Arts didn't generally care about what Muggles saw or not, and in Remus' opinion often thought too grandiose, too violent, too large to think about the littlest actions which could get under their guard. He wasn't blind to the fact that in turn, sometimes their side didn't think big enough.

"Know? Yes. We're all generally taught to do it, but practice? No. Most wizards have no need to practice silent casting and without practice, they'll fail in combat situations."

Draco gave a nod. He was glad that his father had insisted he learn and practice it. "What other angles can we use?" Draco questioned.

He wanted to have an open mind of options. While he knew his classmates...it didn't mean he understood others that may show up. Nor did he know if his old gang had grown in skill or numbers.

"Think about your surroundings. Night time? Darkness. Day time? Distractions. You want to keep things quiet, invisible, or easily confused while doing everything in your power to do one thing and one thing only: get away safely." He met Draco's eyes, quite serious. "I'm serious about that. You might want to fight, you might want to hurt them, show them a lesson. Don't. You need to get away with your friend as quickly as possible or you risk him getting hurt, yourself getting hurt, or the situation getting out of control. It isn't glorious, to run, but it's better than what could happen."

"So basically it's all about buying yourself enough time to get out," Draco said. "Does this get reported? And would they even worry about it because I was involved?"

He was hesitant on asking the last part, but he needed to know. He knew he had Remus, but outside of that who else would bother to listen to him?

"Exactly."

But the second question was trickier. Remus looked away, back over the moors, before letting out a breath. "I probably shouldn't say this, but all I can say is, report it to me. No one else. Bring your friend immediately and we'll... decide from there. I need to meet him first to see how trust worthy he is, but more importantly, I know how to do the memory charms. If I can manage it, I'll make sure he remembers you, just not the last few hours."

He gave a solemn nod and didn't inquire further. This was enough for him. As soon as they were done, he would send a message to Jake about meeting his relatives tomorrow. He was slowly getting used to sending messages. He still was cumbersome about it.

"I'm ready for the next challenge you want to throw me at me." He commented instead wanting to get some more training.

[Wait, did we end up getting Draco a phone?? How is he sending messages? /confused]

"Alright then." A quick smile, and Remus said simply, "turn around. Now... we'll deal with surprise attacks."

[The day they got the camping supplies was when we had planned to have Jake get him the phone and we pretty just speed that the scene up. If you still wanted to do the phone part we can ignore that bit or if you're okay we can keep it. I'm good either way. Sorry for the confusion!]

Draco nodded and did as told. He mentally braced himself and tried to keep all senses alert for what may happen.

Edited 2016-02-11 00:03 (UTC)

[Oh that's fine! Draco - world's slowest texter. XD]

Silence. The wind blew quietly across the moor, the half-moon over head. Remus stood there, watching Draco, making him get more and more anxious about it on purpose. Then, slow and silent, he started moving closer and closer, waiting Draco closely.

[Very slow. Think hen pecking on a a regular keyboard and then double checking or triple checking for mistakes.]

The waiting was beginning to make Draco anxious, but he tried to not loose focus. The noises that came from the moores and the way the shadows played from the moon didn't help either. He tried to not let his mind go into over play.

Remus decided to come forward with a likely scenario. If Draco's enemies had seen him with the Muggle, then they could likely use the Muggle to hurt Draco. So he came up behind the puppet and when he had his wand to the puppet, he laughed a dark laugh. "Malfoy!" Faking the possible real scenario. "Hanging out with Muggles?" A sneer, but it didn't show in his eyes.

The fact that Remus was imitating his friends almost caught Draco off guard. It seemed so uncharacteristic of him and yet at the same time it showed how much he was paying attention to his students in class.

"Expelliarmus!" Draco said and with a gesture of his hand he aimed to disarm Remus of his wand. He wasn't going to waste time bantering with him.

He had survived two wars, been a part of the Order most of his life; he had learned well to pay attention to the people around him. Twisted to the side to avoid the strike, which was a good start, but he moved right back behind the puppet. "That all you have?! What about your little Muggle friend here?" An arm came around the puppet's throat, wand to it. "Better put your wand down, Malfoy."

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