If he didn't feel threatened, he wouldn't have alerted Malfoy, and all of their mutual paranoia could've been waved away with a cup of tea and some biscuits. Alas, that is not to be, because as Severus grabs his hand, Sebastian's palm is dragged across the knife he'd had in his bag, spilling blood as Dark spell is cast.
Without a Mark of his own to activate, the spell grabs hold of the closest thing -- whatever strange bits of Voldemort's soul remained as a part of Sebastian. What Voldemort never understood was that the human soul cannot be neatly cut and parcelled out, to be stored in unchanging pieces for future use. Just as souls can be lost or wounded, they can repair and replenish themselves or, if forced into a living host with their own soul, can eventually grow together; in a fit of whimsy, Hermione once likened it to grafting apple trees or oysters growing pearls. Harry's death didn't 'free' a piece of Voldemort that had been kept isolated and intact, so much as it removed a portion of his soul, the piece that was tied into the magic of the horcrux.
There is a sudden flare of pain, unlike anything he'd felt in years and while out of practice, Sebastian does his level best to lash out with the only spell at his disposal. Casting quickly, his blood-based patronus springs up from whatever few drops fell and turns on Severus. It's not much of a defence, but a large, glowing manticore with at least a little substance and density does make for a fair distraction.
For all the rest of the Death Eaters in Baedal, there is probably pain and something that feels almost as if Voldemort activated the mark. Not quite, and there's no particular gathering place identified, but all the same, it's a distinctive flavour of spellcasting.
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Without a Mark of his own to activate, the spell grabs hold of the closest thing -- whatever strange bits of Voldemort's soul remained as a part of Sebastian. What Voldemort never understood was that the human soul cannot be neatly cut and parcelled out, to be stored in unchanging pieces for future use. Just as souls can be lost or wounded, they can repair and replenish themselves or, if forced into a living host with their own soul, can eventually grow together; in a fit of whimsy, Hermione once likened it to grafting apple trees or oysters growing pearls. Harry's death didn't 'free' a piece of Voldemort that had been kept isolated and intact, so much as it removed a portion of his soul, the piece that was tied into the magic of the horcrux.
There is a sudden flare of pain, unlike anything he'd felt in years and while out of practice, Sebastian does his level best to lash out with the only spell at his disposal. Casting quickly, his blood-based patronus springs up from whatever few drops fell and turns on Severus. It's not much of a defence, but a large, glowing manticore with at least a little substance and density does make for a fair distraction.
For all the rest of the Death Eaters in Baedal, there is probably pain and something that feels almost as if Voldemort activated the mark. Not quite, and there's no particular gathering place identified, but all the same, it's a distinctive flavour of spellcasting.