Madison and Rianna flew through the air towards the sparks, both of them clutching their wands like they're their lifelines. Madison lowered them slightly once they got closer to the source of the sparks, but they were still about fifty meters in the air. She looked around the mountainous area, searching for McGonagall or Flitwick through the trees, but she saw no one.
The older girl felt a shift in weight, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure falling. Her heart leapt, and she looked behind her to see nothing except for air. She looked down and saw the Gryffindor falling downward, her face a picture of travesty, but she seemed so graceful as she fell, plummeting closer and closer to the ground.
"Aresto Momento!" Madison yelled, point her wand at Rianna.
"Finite!" Rianna yelled back.
Time seemed to slow down as she continued to fall, and Madison didn't have it in her heart to save her. She wanted to die, and if she lived, then she would be suffering everyday between the loss of Martin – her best friend, her lover – and the prejudice of being Muggle-born. Who was Madison to force her to live that life? For half a second, Madison considered falling off the broom herself, but she pushed the thought away – she had to live for Patricia.
Their eyes met, and suddenly Rianna was probing through Madison's head. "In Martin's back pocket," Rianna's voice whispered silkily in her head. Images flooded through Madison's mind: a cave with a figure lying limply on the ground. A person – Martin? – walked over and pulled a cloak off the figure. He folded it up, putting it into his back pocket. What kind of cloak was it? Why was it so important?
And then Rianna hit the ground, a dull thud vibrating through the air. Madison winced slightly, and then started to race back to Martin's feeble body. It was Rianna's dying wish for Madison to have that cloak, or at least find it. So she intended to do so.