Birds exploded from his wand- the magic was simple and he barely felt it tug on his senses. He repeated it twice, watching confused cardinals and doves roost above him on the wooden rafter beams.
He then drew two of the hay bags in the corner over to the center of the room, taking time to transfigure them into something humanoid. They barely resembled anything human, although he wasn't picky.
For having attempted and getting decently along in an Animagus transformation, he was rather rubbish at transfiguration.
Adrian breathed out, smiling slightly at the silence of the room. There was something comforting about practicing spells alone without an audience.
His magic tingled, boiling under his skin ready to be summoned in the air with flames. He didn't want that this time, this time he wanted to perfect the spells Rowle had shown him.
He didn't know anything about them to be honest, he had not even heard of the incantation. Admittedly, it was possible that he had actually heard of the proper names, and forgotten about it from one of his many books.
He pointed his wand at the shoddy dummy, recalling the slashing curse he had seen. "Abrumpo!"
His wand fizzled, scrounging only the thinnest ripples of a spell. It traveled only a foot[1] before vanishing.
Adrian's entire hand felt numb, sparking with sensations entirely different than what Bellatrix had shown him. "Whoa," He breathed excitedly, feeling shivers twist down his spine and shake his body against his will.
He positioned his wand at the ready, focusing on his emotions which generally ran a bit stronger than others already. "Abrumpo!"
This time the spell worked, sliding through the air as thin as a razor, not the desired thickness of a sword's blade. It sliced through the thin canvas layer of the dummy, puckering and revealing the smallest hint of hay.
The tingles zapped up and through Adrian's body like an electric shock. He made a strange keening noise, his spine spasming against the most wonderful feeling...
"Abrumpo!" Adrian casted again, slashing faster through the air. "Abrumpo!"
Unlike the other spells, the sensation didn't vanish. It built and built slowly until all of his nerves were alive, popping and sizzling like the muggle candy he tasted once as a child.
His blood was electric, and it was one of the best things he had ever felt.
He gasped, stumbling upright- when had he been lying on the floor? The birds circling above were looking at him curiously, chirping happily.
The dummy was obliterated, shredded like a manticore's nest. How many times had he cast the spell to achieve that effect?
No wonder Rowle seemed so amused when he displayed the spells, he knew how amazing it was.
Adrian rolled, stumbling to his knees. His heart was pounding and adrenaline was causing his vision to blur.
"If only I knew this," Adrian almost giggled, "When I was against Potter."
What about the other spell? Adrian had a natural affinity for fire, if it worked better than what he knew now, he may have found a formidable spell for combat.
He pointed his wand at the other dummy, still resting on his knees.
"Ruptora." Adrian pointed, pausing as nothing happened. "Ruptura?"
He felt something flare, his magic surging as the proper pronunciation made the difference. Already it seared, drawing a breathless smile to Adrian's already worn out body. "Ruptura!"
His wand flared, sending a hot whip of fire flying like Lutain's strike.
It came much easier to Adrian than the cutting curse. It washed through his blood like hot water, prickling through his nerves almost unbearably. It snapped outwards much stronger and more viciously than he had ever experienced.
Adrian's blood burned.
Bellatrix found him after the sun had risen. She cautiously pressed on the door, feeling the wards unlock and allow her to swing the hinge open.
"Adrian?" Bellatrix peered inside curious, "Are you here?"
She paused, observing the room with the vaguest sense of confusion. The air itself crackled, like static before a lightning strike. Shreds of cloth were scattered around the ground as if a feral dog had torn into scarecrows. The acrid stench of burnt hair was pungent in the air.
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