Ooc: Since we're the only three left...feel free to take over any parts you please...

Clair parried and cut with her sword. She had stunned a Deatheater earlier and was now facing off with a very large Minotaur. Unfortunetly, he was using his weight against her. She was pushed down, and she began to feel the strain on her back. Quickly changing the angle of her sword, she took a step to the right, which allowed the Minotaur to slide onto the ground. Once he was there, she used the hilt of the sword to knock him out. She sighed, but suddenly convulsed with pain. A Deatheater had snuck up behind her and was now using the Cruciatus Curse on her. She tried to scream, but not a sound emerged from her lips.

Peter had been fighting with a Werewolf, who had refused to give up. After finally cutting the beast down, he scanned the battlefield for more enemies. Suddenly, he was filled with a sickening horror as he saw Clair being held on the ground by a curse. Anger filled him to his very core and he ran over to the Deatheater and Clair. Using the flat of his sword, he knocked the wand out of the Deatheaters hand. Then, by swinging his sword in an arch, he brought the flat of the sword down on the Deatheater's head, knocking him out cold. He knelt down next to Clair, concern shining in his eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked hoarsly.

Clair smiled up at him, weak from the pain. But now that the pain was gone, she was able to think normally. Suddenly her eyes widened, and she quickly jabbed close to Peter's ear. A Red Dwarf had tried sneaking up behind Peter while he had been distracted. "I'm fine," she said quietly, and kissed him quickly on the lips. Then, she stood up once again, ready to fight all that opposed her. She felt Peter's presence at her back and any doubt and fear that remained disappeared.

Ben used his sword to fend off a Dwarf who opposed him. Within minutes, the Dwarf was down and Ben sighed at the effort. Looking around, he was amazed to see at how well their small group was holding the enemy off. His thoughts were interrupted by a Minoboar's war-cry as it charged toward him. He quickly dodged to the side, but not without getting a small gash on his right leg. The pain shot through him and his cringed. A thought suddenly flashed through his head-I should have told Lucy how I felt. He rounded on the Minoboar and saw, to his horror, that it had come charging back in a circle towards him. He pulled out his wand and shot a spell, which knocked the minoboar off its feet. It came crashing down on top of another one of the groups foes, and both would never rise again. Ben turned, ready to face another adversary, regret still echoing in the back of his mind. I love you Lucy, he thought.