@charisblck
The idea of mixing Muggle and magical blood was repulsing, as Caspar looked around at all of the arena in disgust. He couldn’t fathom how so many of them were there in the name of ‘equality’ when, the truth was, none of them were. Whether it be by status, money, talent, blood...No one was equal. But he was here for the sake of his cause. And so, when the man of the hour finally made his appearance, Caspar sat up a little bit straighter - at attention, if you will. Who was the other side of this war that was brewing?
If anything was an indication that things were not as it seemed, it was that cat-like grin on the man’s face. Cheshire incarnate. It put Caspar on edge, taking in his surroundings a little bit more - identifying familiar faces of those he knew in the crowd. However, his attention soon returned to their host as he gestured and the doors slammed shut. Narrowing his eyes, a fire grew in them as the touted of magic was dirty. Immediately, Caspar stood, wand pointed threateningly, until...
“What - “ the draining of magic throughout the arena spread like wildfire. The dizziness hit him like a freight train, stumbling slightly, to the ground. Seeing their newfound enemy leaving them in a plume of smoke, trapped, Caspar pushed down the sick feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach, “Coward.” he said through gritted teeth. However, only one person was on his mind, beginning to look through the mass of people desperately, “Charis!” he called, staggering as he got up, “Charis!” Instinctually, he pointed his wand into the air, attempting to cast a spell, “Periculum!” to no avail, “Charis!” Caspar yelled for the one he loved in agony, beginning to move through the sea of people - seeking her out.