Kell's arms are covered in blood, his hands pressed to the wall just as before only now with the feather clinging to his bloodied fingers. He whispers the incantation, presses against the unforgiving wall.

And still nothing changes.

When he speaks again, Sirius hears the words as though he's under water. His vision swims, knees threatening to buckle. Before him, Kell is a mess of blood, still swaying in place and surge of anger rises up inside him. After everything, after everything--

"No," he breathes with a quick shake of his head. Panic wraps tight around his throat and his heart pounds louder. "No, he's-- It's the magic. It's not strong enough. If only I had my bloody wand."