Nick watched wide-eyed as the power of his spell knocked Matt right of the cliff face, the screams as he fell to his death made Nick’s hair stand on end and as they came to a sudden stop the feeling of sickness began to overcome him. What had he done? Did this mean he was a murderer? Well he had done what had been necessary, he had protected his loved one and ridded the world of an evil man. Nick rose to his feet and slowly pocketed his wand. Nick’s white shirt was no longer pristine clean, he was covered in specks of dirt and his tie was askew. He did not take heed of this however as he approached the edge of the cliff slowly and peered down. He half expected to see his nemesis gripping on to some sort of ledge, alive and a little worn but no. The drop was a long one and even when he squinted Nick could not see the bottom, or Matt for that matter. Nicholas turned to face Christabelle slowly, she seemed fine and well, the crucio curse had all since left her but he could still see pain in her eyes. Her question made Nicholas smile slightly and he replied calmly “No Christabelle my love, we are not dead. Though I fear someone is…”
Nicholas did not particularly care that Matt was dead but he was starting to fear for his soul. Nick had read extensively into the Dark Arts and such acts as murder were not good for the killer. Nicholas took one last look over the cliff face then walked over to Christabelle. He embraced her tightly then kissed her passionately upon her lips. Their kiss would last a few seconds before a smiling Nick spoke to her “We did it, he is gone Christabelle. We won….” The war was far from over but one less Lestrange in the world could only be a good thing. Nick’s arms remained around his girlfriend, he was in a rather delicate state just now, but with every moment that passed in her arms things seemed to get a little better.
by Guest Sun Sep 13, 2009 12:51 am
Remember you don't report it to the Admins that I'm dead. Cause I'm not lol))
