#sorry. i may have gotten carried away with the italics and the bold function

[slashingdisneypasta]

The Ismus read his intention and laughed scornfully. "Have you learned nothing yet?" he asked. "Aren't you the one who teaches by repetition? You drill and drill the same things into those poor young heads every week and yet you refuse to be taught in the same way. So pig-headed. After everything you've heard. You're a very stupid creature to even dare think of raising a hand against me. I am the Holy Enchanter of Mooncaster, the Ismus, the owner of this house, the author of Dancing Jax- I am Austerly Fellows!"

"You're insane!" Martin snapped back. "You're not him!"

The Ismus's grin became wider. "Oh, but I am!" he said. "I am!"

He threw his arms wide and Martin stared in horror as dark spots of mould blotched across the pale skin of the man's face and hands. Thick streams of spores shot out from his sleeves, striking the boarded-up windows on his left and the bricks of the house on his right. Foaming waves of mould gushed upwards, racing high until they streaked across the pitched ceiling and met in the centre where they blossomed into a festering, clotted cloud that throbbed and pulsed above their heads.

- Dancing Jax, Robin Jarvis