Draco felt the thud of Tiberius beneath his palms the same moment Theo rushed him from behind. The two of them ripped at the man’s chest, wands, broken glass, and Goblin blades tore at his flesh until Draco could see his heart, still beating unfairly in his chest. He stared down at the pulsing organ as Theo plucked it from his fathers chest and tossed it into the fireplace where it rolled in the ash and beat one final time. Theo panted beside him, not fully satisfied with his fathers heart being separated from his body he continued his onslaught, slashing at any part of Tiberius he could reach. A thunk alerted them all to a shiny silver cigar case falling from Nott Snr’s pocket. Theo snatched it up in quiet wonder and stored it in his pocket as he stood.