Malcorvus listened stoically, his mind quickly going through all the possibilities as to why a young man would kill themselves in a public place. Thaddeus's description of the young man not seemingly in control of his actions was both concerning. There were a few ways to control the actions of another, the Imperius Curse for one. To use it to force somebody to kill themselves however, would take a wizard of tremendous will.

"If this young man was under the control of another, then there was nothing you could have done," Malcorvus said softly, hoping to ease the feelings of helplessness or guilt his son may be feeling. If he had been there, Malcorvus would have cast a paralyzing curse or something similar but if the young man was under somebody else's control, it may not have mattered. He still knew too little about what happened to know if any of his ideas would have proven effective. Besides, his son may have tried such spells only to have them failed or there wasn't enough time to react.

"Lets get you cleaned up, we can talk more once you've washed the blood off and changed into clean clothing. But first, something strong to fortify you." Malcorvus took out his wand and summoned a bottle of something strong and a glass to go with it. He poured a stiff measure and handed it to Thaddeus. "Drink."

Thaddeus Flint