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It happens in the space of a second.

Her breathing is hard. Sweat tickles the nape of her neck, the matted curls on her hair feeling slick with sweat, mud and gore.

She can feel the sting of hexes and curses being thrown, the brutality of the green flash.

Someone goes down next to her.

She turns.

Pale skin, sightless blue eyes, dark hair.

It happens in the space of a second.

"No!"

Someone screams.

She's so tired.

A flash comes—and

It stings.

The breath is punched out of her.

She can see agonized green eyes, a gaping mouth and then—

Oh. Hello, Mum.

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