*The moment is intimate. From far away, they might even look like lovers. Alice looks into his eyes, feeling her skin crawl, and nods.

She pushes away, almost smiling, and steps back. Her wand trails down with the movement, following her arm as she moves to go.

When it reaches the bottom of his neck, she wordlessly she casts a curse and blood oozes from the very base of his neck. She pushes her wand into the wound.*

Talk to us, or I take it all.