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Death
Pansy struggled to keep up with Ron's long strides as they moved away from their friends and family. By the set of his face, she knew better than to question him about what just had happened or why he was trying to get away from his friends and family so quickly. She just focused on trying to keep up with him.
They suddenly turned a corner, he pulled her into an open door and closed it quickly.
"Ron, what is it?" she gasped.
"Do you need to hear the verdict?" he responded quickly. "If you do that's fine but do you?"
"No," she replied concerned. The look he gave her was one of disbelief so she continued as firmly as she could mustered while still trying to catch her breath, "I know he's guilty. I don't need to hear a bunch of strangers tell me what I already know."
"Are you absolutely, positively sure?"
Slightly frustrated, Pansy said, "Yes," trying to convey through her voice and tone that she was absolutely, positively sure. "I don't need to hear them say he is guilty and that he is condemned to death."
"Last time, are you -"
"Merlin, Ron. I'm sure," Pansy fussed, her patience now shattered. "What is going on?"
"Would you like to leave for Romania now while everyone is in the courtroom?"
Floored at his suggestion, Pansy's mouth flapped up and down without emitting a sound for several moments. Taking a deep breath, she collected herself, before finally finding her voice to say, in dawning realization, "Yes."
"Thank Merlin," Ron sighed, which caused Pansy to give a quick laugh at the irony of the situation - they were leaving for her but it now appeared Ron was the more eager of the two to go.
"Come on," he said, grabbing her hand. With a quick look to see if the coast was clear, the two of them tore off for the international Floo ports and a one-way ticket to the peace they needed and craved.