This was so much worse than a Cruciatus Curse. This was one hundred times worse. “Fucking hell…” Mulciber hissed through clenched teeth. Sure, he had it coming. He always had it coming; it was surprising that this hadn’t happened sooner, in fact. It’s what he got for picking on a kid older than him. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea. Mulciber had only regretted taunting someone a year his elder when they’d actually curse him.
Most kids didn’t fight back; if they did, they often didn’t match the skill Mulciber had. He wasn’t in the dueling club for nothing, after all. But apparently this Muggleborn was rather good at martial magic too, because they nearly hit Cassius square in the chest with a hex. Perhaps he was lucky he didn’t take the full brunt of the spell, but the lamp on the wall just behind him had, and when the curse hit it the lamp exploded, which left Mulciber with quite a few shards of glass stuck in his shoulder and arm.
All of the students had fled the scene of the fight quickly after they heard approaching footsteps, not wanting to risk getting caught by a teacher. He knew he couldn’t go to the hospital wing; they’d know it was his own fault. He didn’t need to get put in detention for Merlin knows how long. They’d probably owl his father too; he really didn’t want that either. Getting back to the common room had been an ordeal enough, but getting his robe and shirt off was a completely different issue.
Cassius leaned his forehead against the back of the chair he sat backwards in, trying to stop himself from hyperventilating. Perhaps he was being a bit melodramatic, but having glass stuck in his shoulder was not something the fifteen year old quite enjoyed. His clothes had stopped most of the tiny pieces from getting stuck, which was good, but that did leave the big pieces. “Literally, just fuckin’ cut my arm off.” He groaned, putting the side of his head on the back of the chair to look back at Rabastan, who’d been helpful enough to pull the glass from his shoulder. The other bullies had of course bailed when the fight took a turn South.
“Just fucking put me out of my misery, seriously,” Mulciber continued to whine, “I think there’s one in my neck…”
