Nicholas gazed over at Christabelle for a moment, to draw some inspiration for the biggest moment of his life. The fact that he could die had not dawned upon him at all, he still had so much to achieve in life. Nick couldn't die though could he? His mother loved him too much, he was too good looking to die here. Clearing his mind he removed his Hogwarts robes, dumbing them down beside him. He didn't need them bogging his down, Nick would also remove his black jumper. Leaving him standing before Matt in a white shirt and Slytherin tie, a pair of black school trousers and his loafers. Nicholas's wand was held tightly in his hand and as Matt cackled the hair on Nick's back stood on end. He tried to draw all his knowledge of the Dark Art's to the forefront of his mind. All he could think off was unforgivables, everything else seemed to be flooding out his mind, what a time to get stage fright.
Deciding that it was time to start Nick took the first move, swishing his arm he cracked his wand "Sectusempra" Sidestepping Matts curse he would send a spell he had learned in class a while ago. In an attempt to send him crashing down the mountain side "Averte Statura!"