Murdoc is much more alert this time around. This is nothing he can't handle, of course, but it's a particularly gruesome boggart and he will freely admit it. It's obviously clinging to some deep rooted insecurities, ones Kurloz himself may not even be aware of. The human mind is terrifying enough without the darker creatures manipulating the many weaknesses it holds.

The voice is enough to chill Murdoc. He knows it. It's familiar. Why is it so damn familiar? He can't put his finger on it, but it makes him twitch with barely contained frustration. It's making it so much harder to concentrate.

It's almost like watching tennis, keeping track of the back and forth between Kurloz and his boggart. He isn't about to say it out loud, but he's impressed. The boy is talented, such talent could easily be manipulated. It's probably a damn good thing he's having private lessons with Murdoc. Murdoc trusts Murdoc.

That sign looks familiar. The reaction certainly confirms that it's sensitive. The yelling has him watching wide eyed and then. He hardly realises the importance of it. Kurloz spoke? That was his voice? Honestly. his first thought is 'Why am I bloody well giving him lessons on unspoken spells if he can speak' but he's quick to end that train of thought.

"Riddikulus, Kurloz! You aren't fightin' it, you're banishin' it. You need to will it away, not engage it!"