The Death of Brynn Holmes
“Cruccio.” Natalia’s words were precise, sharp in the crisp night air, piercing the semi-silence that had besieged the castle. The girl was on fire tonight – she had already gotten rid of enough filth to populate a small village, really. Her fingers ran over the wood of her wand, toying with it between her fingers. She had to admit, Brynn had put up quite a fight. Probably more than anybody else she was going to dispose of that night. “Liberacorpus.” Natalia enunciated, countering another of Brynn’s impressive blows. She took a step forward, her arm extending outwards. “You should know, Holmes, you’re the most stubborn waste of space I’ve ever come across. You should work on being more lenient with these things.” She said, her voice seething with sarcasm and daunting expression. “Not that you’re ever going to get the opportunity to.” She said, pausing a moment for effect. “Avada Kedavra.” She managed, her poignancy magnificent.
A scream slipped through Brynn’s lips as a fire burned through her entire body. Her frame jerked violently in a series of convulsions, her eyes shutting as she felt them roll into the back of her head. Her head swam with memories, no coherency forming in any unfortunate corner of her mind. Things came and went in time with her consciousness, for which she found herself fighting with all her might. First she found herself thinking of her parents. Her dear, loving, innocent, muggle parents. They had no idea what was happening, and they’d probably never know what happened to her, not really.
Her entire body felt weightless, she was floating in a void that only she could occupy – the deepest recesses of her mind overtaking all of her senses. Graham – wherever he was, her best friend, someone she would miss probably more than anybody else. She remembered teasing him since they were ids, managing to shove him off at just about everything. Bella, too. The girls had been roommates, almost like sisters, and she loved her just as much as she did Graham. These thought could never be finished, though, as Brynn’s body went limp, and she was nothing but a carcass, a soulless carrier of spirit in a swirling pool of darkness.