"STOP USING MY SPELLS!" That really only pisses him off more. Having reaches the point of bellowing at the top of his lungs, sure to alert his neighbors, as he ends up with that thing grabbing his trousers. They're repairable, but-- you know, he's only got one set of robes here and the rest of the clothes Gemma's made for him... It only makes the rage worse, the blood pump all that much harder. "You're not even competent with them you BLOODY ARSE!"

Finally, he settles on Incarcerus again, to keep the thing's jaws busy, but that didn't mean it was going to be happy -- what about that tail agian?-- while he backed toward the wall-- breathing hard, much to hard for a simple tussle like this.

Something was going very wrong.