He made it to his knees and slid Greengrass' wand in he gap beneath them, wanting to keep it firmly out of reach in the event that Greengrass decided to make a grab for it, and then raised his own. His breathing was visibly heavy, and his gaze remained fixated, unblinking, on Greengrass as he tried to remember the incantation to the spell he intended to cast. He needed to do this right, or - the consequences would be worse than criminal charges for breaking and entering and theft.
It was not one curse, but a series of them required to make the magic work as he needed. First it was a tongue-tying curse, casting it with the explicit purpose of ensuring that Fortitude Greengrass would not be able to explicitly reveal the events of the day, the crimes committed, or the state in which he saw Billy Darrow while in the observatory. With each incantation his guilt grew, but he knew it was necessary; he could not spend a single day in Azkaban, not without his potion.
It was not one curse, but a series of them required to make the magic work as he needed. First it was a tongue-tying curse, casting it with the explicit purpose of ensuring that Fortitude Greengrass would not be able to explicitly reveal the events of the day, the crimes committed, or the state in which he saw Billy Darrow while in the observatory. With each incantation his guilt grew, but he knew it was necessary; he could not spend a single day in Azkaban, not without his potion.
