 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
4. Blasting Curse
Blaise solemnly stood at the door of a muggle home. It was finally time for his first kill, as much as he didn't want to do it. He had no sympathy for muggles, nor did he personally want to become a murderer, killing them for merely existing. He wasn't Voldemort, nor was he Bellatrix. He was himself. He was Blaise.
He took a deep breath, raising his wand and pointing it at the door. "Confringo." a stream of light shot from the tip of his wand, hitting the door as it blasted into teeny tiny pieces. It was time. He could hear screams within the home. Stepping in, he examined the surrondings. A mother, huddling with her two children.
Blaise winced, raising his wand up and pointing it towards them. A jet of green light shooting out of his wand, hitting the mother in the chest, as she fell to the ground. Blaise turned his back on the screams of the children, his eyes growing wet.
The scene was all too familiar.
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