London Bridge is falling down...
The Muggles flee from their metal boxes, dropping their bags, Christmas presents and food strewn hap-hazardly on the ground.
falling down
Flames of many colours dance around charred corpses.
falling down
You can taste fear and panic on the air, a sharp tang on the tip of your tongue. He is reminded of old friends.
falling down.
In the centre of this scene is a man who has lost all inhibitions. He does not blink as he utters Crucio over and over again, eyes unmoving as he watches the person writhe in pain, only reminded of times now gone.
My fair lady.
The woman finally lets out a scream. He smiles at her pleasantly; a smile which is not quite there and has a hollow quality to it. With two words, a sickly glow of green obscures her final vision of the world, her curtain of dark hair falls over her face as she slumps forward.
Rabastan steps away, the shrill sound echoing in his ears.
