He moved to the door and slowly opened it. Inside he saw that the decor matched with the outside perfectly. The floors were littered with trash, the walls and furniture stained with unknown substances. He moved around the lower level of the house and, seeing no one, progressed upstairs. He heard sounds coming from a room to the left. Smirking and stifling laughter he opened the door. Two figures were intertwined and moaning on the bed. “Oh…. I’m close...close!” said the man while his hands spasmed, unsure of where to go. The woman whimpered her reply as the man moved above her.

Anthony, nearing bored as he watched them pointed his wand. Then the woman opened her eyes and saw him. She screamed and the man jumped around looking for the threat. When he saw Anthony his eyes widened and he reached for his wand. Anthony, wanting a challenge, waited for the man -giving him a more than fair chance to defend himself. The wizard fumbled and dropped his wand. Anthony shook his head at the couple, showing his disappointment. “Petrificus Totalus.”  He got his piece of parchment out and read the required bit. After he finished, he looked at the two in their bed. “I’ve got to say, this is a little disappointing. When I arrived outside, I thought I’d at least be set against someone who could hold a wand. Nothing to say? No defensive remarks?” At their silence he raised his eyebrows. “Hmm. Well, alright then. I guess I’ll get to it.” He positioned his wand and thought of the specified memories on the parchment. “Obliviate.”

  He heard a noise somewhere from the lower level and it was then he remembered there were supposed to be three of them. Smiling, he headed downstairs. Trying to stay quiet and step around the trash –with all that there was it was no easy feat. He followed another noise and found the third in the kitchen. She was no older than he was, and had a frightened look in her eye. She shouted a stunning spell at him and immediately after that a disarming spell. He dodged the first but was met with the second. His wand flew to her and she batted it away. Noting where it landed he lunged for her, tackling her to the ground while knocking her wand out of her grasp. “Good,” he said while straddling her. “I like it much better this way.” He held her hands while she struggled and tried to free herself from his grip. “Now, I can break an arm, choke you till you lose consciousness, or beat you till you yield. What will it be?” he asked with a fake generosity.

She slowed her struggles and, clearly weighing her options, came to a slow stop. “Good,” said Anthony. “Now before I forget, I’ve to read you what’s required.” After he read from the parchment, he put it back in his pocket and swung at her with his fist. When his fist connected with her face he heard a cracking sound. “Fuck!”

As soon as she was unconscious he retrieved his wand. He studying her for a moment- she was so peaceful looking, like a child. He then raised his wand, thought of the memories, and said, “Obliviate.”

‘That certainly made up for the embarrassment to all wizard-kind in the room upstairs’ he thought while making his way out the door. ‘She was amazing. Little quick to give in at the end to my tastes, but better than I’ve had in a long while.’ He decided to head home for a shower. ‘Any half decent person would want to after crawling around in that filth.’ This definitely would brighten his week -a halfway decent challenge. Remembering his fist, he examined it. “Shite”, he said with a grimace. He was going to have to visit Mungo’s for this, and he hated Mungo’s. It was clearly damaged, no way around that. He kicked at an empty bottle lying on the floor next to the door on his way out.