The curse was cast with a coolness that surprised even Hermione. She showed no mercy. Not even when Thorfinn suggested it would be kinder to put the miserable git out of his misery with an Avada. Not even when Amycus begged her to stop, begged her to take his life between his shuddering sobs and gasps for breath. Not even when his ramblings and shrieks proved he had gone past the point of madness. Not even when the air became thick with the stench of his body releasing his fluids. Only when the carcass stopped flinching or moving at all did she lower her wand.