"Your dad will be so pleased when I bring him your dead body." Travers growled, swinging his wand around to aim at Theo’s neck. Theo had been right earlier when he said they might be able to catch the death eater off guard. Travers was expecting Theo to reach for the closest wand, the one aimed directly for his exposed neck. He did not see the pair of razor sharp scissors held in a vice like grip aimed directly for the side of his own throat. 