A.N. — My rough drafts, whether written on a digital device or old fashioned pen and paper, tend to be longer than the 100 words I'm aiming for. Today was much closer to the mark, as I only needed to add two words to get to my target.
343. Gideon Prewett
Gideon saw Fabian fall and redoubled his efforts. There were no killing curses flying through the air; the five Death Eaters facing two brothers knew they had the advantage and were aiming to make their eventual victory hurt.
Gideon didn't want to die, but a quick death was looking preferable to the drawn-out demise currently underway. It was a miracle even one of the Prewetts were still standing given the numerous injuries they sported. Fabian, trying and failing to rise from the dirt, silently begged his sibling to flee. Gideon ruefully shook his head and raised his wand once more.