Arm flying up, he poked his wand into Greengrass' sternly. His breathing was quick and deep, and if he hadn't been so laser focused on Greengrass' actions he might have been seeing red. He couldn't screw this up, couldn't let anything happen that would let Greengrass escape. But then he wasn't sure what he could do, because he certainly couldn't leave Greengrass permanently cursed or injured or anything, because that would make it easier to be caught.
"I was sick," he corrected, pushing his wand a little harder against the man's coat. "And if I don't get my ingredient, I'm going to be sick again." Maybe not in the same way—the magical bug was not going to return from the lack of his potion—but he knew the symptoms of withdrawal, knew he was suffering from them, and knew it would only get worse. "So shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you."
"I was sick," he corrected, pushing his wand a little harder against the man's coat. "And if I don't get my ingredient, I'm going to be sick again." Maybe not in the same way—the magical bug was not going to return from the lack of his potion—but he knew the symptoms of withdrawal, knew he was suffering from them, and knew it would only get worse. "So shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you."
