Theo bought them down with a determined precision. Hermione heard Angel suck in a breath of air and then Travers" wand turned to cinders in the air, drifting through the wind like leaves in a breeze. The horrid choking sound of lungs filling with blood curdled her thoughts. She jumped to her feet and took the offered wand from Luna who had crept off to retrieve them. Theo plunged the sharp points into Travers rough skin again, rivers of red flowed from the gaping wound, Theo’s hand glistened like he had dipped it in paint and there were splatters of it plastered across his cold expression. Travers gripped Theo's neck with his remaining hand. The one that had held his wand was now burned and sizzling from Angel's fire hanging uselessly at his side. 