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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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As the danger began to subside, slowly but surely Barty’s cold and callous self began to creep back in. Upon the sleeping princess decidedly asking ‘what happened?’ He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. [color=8a9a5b]”She’s being too kind. What happened was that you tampered with magic you did not understand and almost got your entire Coven killed in the process of it. If you’re going to act like an idiotic toddler then I would ask that you please not do it around my only living relative. If anything were to happen to him there would be no place in any of these gods forsaken planes that you could hide where I wouldn’t chase you until the ends of your days die out in a torturous cacophony of pain.”[/color] Barty was very well equipped at multitasking, typically it was used when hosting for multiple partners at once, but in this case it was to aid Connie in medicine while spitting vitriol to Cassie, after all a biting tongue from him was a free action. Connie's magic slipped into Willow, but it acted strangely, twisting in a way he hadn’t seen nor that he could fully understand. It seemed that instead of healing Willow, she had made it so that magic itself could not aid her, only natural remedies. He gave Connie the same look she had given him when he accidentally poisoned the damned moth. They were even. 

Barty’s attention from Connie’s odd speech was one of curiosity, but when Jake had encanted, speaking not only his mother tongue, but calling Nicky his original name, something snapped within him. He got up from the ground with ferocity, quickly making his way towards Jake as herbs and stones left his person and wound and burned with such finesse it was as if watching a master caster at work. A magic circle appeared beneath Jake, and with each word Barty spoke and with every ingredient he had added, more and more sigils appeared around the inside of the circle until finally chains sprung forth from the floor and manacled the boy. A dog collar appearing around his throat as magic bound him to the place where he stood so that he could not move if he even dreamed of it. Anger burned inside of Barty, but he knew his brother was fond of this idiot. [color=8a9a5b]”You live only because of my grace and that of my brothers, do you understand me?! But that infraction you just committed must have consequences, if you wish to every move again you will make a pact with me. Magically binding and sealed in blood. You will not harm my brother in any way. You will not allow harm to come to him in any way. If you are the result or reason as to why any harm so much as touches him, then may you experience his pain ten fold.”[/color]