Now magic Tom could handle. Face bloodied and shirt torn, he was moving for his wand before the stun of hitting the floor even wore off. Stars still danced before his eyes as his fingers wrapped around it's familiar handle. He didn't need to lay there wondering how this could have happened, as it was far from the first time someone had attempted to get revenge for something he'd done.

But if James wanted to deal in pain, he was in over his head.

The first spell he deflected easily, without even thinking. The second, however, required a shield charm. Both done without uttering a word. The shower of cups and plates exploded and rebounded against it. It took him a moment to get his physical footing, to duck away from the seemingly constant deluge.

"Incarcerous!" he hissed, conjuring black ropes to halt James' assault.

Curses weren't allowed, but there was so much one could achieve without them.