Drabble 2

Prompt 2

Loxias/Deverill

"If you touch my Girlfriend again, I'll bloody kill you!"

Dania Dudderidge is the great-great-great-great granddaughter of Daisy Dudderidge, the creator of the Leakey Cauldron. She is my girlfriend, the only girl I have ever loved. I would die for her in a heartbeat.

We were sitting in a pub that evening. That evening when our worlds turned around so drastically. That evening I wish never was. We were eating out that day, seeing as it was Dania's day off. Her mum controlled her life, much like mine did. She made her work 6 days a week for 16 hours. She didn't get a say in it. We had just been given our food when he walked in.

He is Barnabus Deverill. The known owner of the Deathstick at the time. He just walked into the pub. His cloak was buttoned up to the top, his hood over his head. Grey hair stuck to his head and scars covered the visible face. He was a shady looking man.

I didn't recognise him straight away. The pub was very busy and there was nowhere for him to sit. Dania let him sit near us, seeing as we had a spare seat on our table. He sat down, snatching the seat from us. He was sat next to Dania.

At first, I noticed Dania starting to fidget. I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until she squeaked that I looked under the table. He had placed his hand up her skirt and was crawling further up. I completely lost it.

""If you touch my girlfriend again, I'll bloody kill you!" I yelled at him, drawing my wand. It was then I recognised him. He was Barnabus Deverill. I had been sat next to Barnabus Devill, the owner of the object I craved the most. All I had to do now was kill him. Great.

He stood, drawing his wand too. He brought it up to his face, as did I, following the formal duel rules. We both swung them down, simultaneously. We turned away from each other, walking away. I counted to three in my head before spinning around.

"Stupefy!" Without missing a beat he cast a shield charm. I battled him for what seemed like hours. He seemed to have the upper hand during the duel but I fort back just as hard.

He was starting to get tired. He had grown too old. He wasn't such a strong duellist anymore.

"Petrificus Totalus!" I shouted. He wasn't fast enough. He froze up, mid-air, and he fell to the floor. I walked over to him, reaching into my pocket to find my penknife. I stood over his sill body. I slit his throat, mirroring the murder of the first owner of the Deathstick. I picked up the Deathstick, twiddling it between my fingers.

I walked over to Dania, who was huddled in a corner, sheltered from miscellaneous spells flying her way. I picked her up in my arms. I whispered a sweet nothing in her ear, telling her she's mine.