It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.
The harsh cry startled the fox, now crouching almost flat in the undergrowth. It leapt from its hiding place and up the bank. There was a flash of green light, a yelp, and the fox fell back to the ground, dead.
What's life without a little risk?
Hark who's talking, he whispered back. Confunded anyone lately?
And here we have six missing Death Eaters... three dead in my service. One, too cowardly to return... he will pay. One, who I believe has left me for ever... he will be killed, of course... and one who remains my most faithful servant, and who has already re-entered my service.
Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, I wouldn't damage your soul at all.