Melvin felt anger rising in him at the insults, but he didn't speak against them, for his brain was also trying to be logical. Would his quest for power turn him into someone like this? He didn't think so, but... Was it a bet he could safely make?

And then a wand was being pointed at him, by a lunatic, and fear was added to the equation.

Within seconds, he was writing in a pain he was sure he could never describe; could never forget.