Judging from the way Vernon paled exponentially, he realized this. Ashley sent him a cruel smirk and cast Diffindo, severing his left forearm with a single flick of her wand. His scream, although muffled, did not fail to satisfy her. He shakily grabbed at his stump in an attempt to stop the blood from gushing out of him. Ashley gladly made it worse by using her favorite Potions professor’s spell. It was such a good thing she’d learned a spell that would forcefully keep her victims awake. She didn’t want either of them to faint from the pain or the blood loss. That would end their suffering much too quickly for her taste, and speaking of suffering...