"Take that, Granger," murmured Padma, twisting her wand to dissipate the last of the dark energy swirling up from Nott's left arm.
He slid his hand wonderingly over the now-unmarked skin.
"Our lord will be pleased, my love. You have shown your superiority to that annoying bookworm yet again – this is powerful magic."
Her soft lips soon followed his calloused palm.
"Are you ready to commit to our lord, Theo? Not just for my sake."
"I am. He shows us real power."
"To Lord Potter, then."
"Lord Potter," Nott echoed as a thin lightning bolt appeared against his pale skin.