*Lucius is a mess under his mask, blood in his mouth and spilling down his chin, and he isn't sure if it's coming from his lungs or his stomach but he doesn't have time for Bella's little game of cat and mouse, and he's not going to lie here and die of internal bleeding while she plays with her food.
Fabian's all but dead and they all know it - he knows it, Lucius knows that look - but he watches from across the room as the Auror's face twists, as he grasps a broken half of his wand and tries to stab Bellatrix in the leg with it. It's laudably brave but pathetic, really, and it's with curt impatience that Lucius finishes Bella's job for her. Another sectumsempra blasts from his wand and slashes clean through Fabian's throat; a few seconds, a twitch, and he's still.
Lucius gives his passing no more notice than he would a dog in the road; the Prewetts are dead, and his work is done. Let the others fingerpaint if they want; he needs a Healer.*
If you're quite finished, a hand, for God's sake -
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Fabian's all but dead and they all know it - he knows it, Lucius knows that look - but he watches from across the room as the Auror's face twists, as he grasps a broken half of his wand and tries to stab Bellatrix in the leg with it. It's laudably brave but pathetic, really, and it's with curt impatience that Lucius finishes Bella's job for her. Another sectumsempra blasts from his wand and slashes clean through Fabian's throat; a few seconds, a twitch, and he's still.
Lucius gives his passing no more notice than he would a dog in the road; the Prewetts are dead, and his work is done. Let the others fingerpaint if they want; he needs a Healer.*
If you're quite finished, a hand, for God's sake -