Hermione didn't flinch, she didn't turn away as Theo brought the sharp blades down one final time. The fingers around his neck loosened and fell. Travers" face was grey and pallid, matching the cloud cover above. Rage stared back at her, his final seconds were spent trying to choke out hateful words, but Hermione couldn't understand a single one, instead of words, blood poured freely from his mouth. It dripped from the corners and in a final act of defiance he spat it at Hermione's face. She smelt the tang of copper but did not feel remorse to see another death eater fall, it was one less in between her and her soulbond and she was grateful for Theo’s resourcefulness. A few days in the muggle world had managed to show Theo that magic was not everything, he was discovering other ways to achieve his means.