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Dean realizes too late that he has left his wand in the bedroom.
She smiles, somehow bitter and triumphant all at once, and levels her own wand at him.
"Please," he says desperately, "please, anything." He is not brave, not now, he is not above begging. But he knows, with a sinking feeling in his gut, that it will not work on her.
She shrugs and her lips tremble. "You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you."
"You don't have to," he says.
"I do," she whispers, closing her eyes. "Avada Kedavra."
Pansy closes the door behind her.
