A jet of red light crossed the air and hit Catherine in the shoulder. She was thrown back, stunned by the spell, her wand thrown a few feet away from her. Jessica turned, looking for the origin of the spell, which seemed to come from the edge of the forest. Just as she was about to look somewhere else, a figure leapt and hid behind a tree. Just as she threw out a spell towards the figure, another spell was cast by the figure, which hit Conner.
He fell to the ground, his legs seizing. Jessica blocked the next spell, and then conjured all of her hate: for Voldemort, for Snape, her mother who was a Muggle, her father who was a Mudblood, for these stupid Games. And then… "Avada Kadavra!"
Green light burst out of her wand – stronger than it had been the first time she used the spell. She instantly turned to Conner, knowing that her target was hit. She heard someone try to cast a spell, but she ignored the voice. She used a counter-curse on Conner's legs, and forced him up. "We have to go, Conner!" she yelled at him. "Get up! Get up!" She pulled him towards the west, where the mountains were.