Written for 10 Characters, 10 Prompts - Challenge.
Antioch looked over the moor. The wind was ruffling his perpetually messy black hair, a trait he shared with his two younger brothers.
Both of whom seemed to be in a state of shock over what had happened.
Today, they had met Death. Today, they had outsmarted him. Today, they had been given gifts. Antioch fingered his new wand. He could feel its power in his skin.
It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
"What are we going to do?" Ignotus asked, frowning and his brow creased with worry.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Antioch said with a dark smirk. His brother's looked at him, questions in their eyes.
"We're going to have fun."