Howard lunges for the window. Locked or not, maybe in the dark he can break it and scramble out.
The wand is like a bomb going off in Howard's chest. He reels backwards, spine twisting and arching as his muscles go through strange contortions he didn't know they could move into. It feels as if his flesh is trying to rip itself off his bones. He screams, not caring if anyone hears, and drops to the floor. Kaleidoscope colors explode in front of his eyes. He writhes and skin scrapes off his temple and onto the floor.
After a few seconds that feel like a year, it's over. He collapses, deflates, gasping for breath. He doesn't know what Draco just did to him. His hand gropes around the floor for the knife he dropped.
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The wand is like a bomb going off in Howard's chest. He reels backwards, spine twisting and arching as his muscles go through strange contortions he didn't know they could move into. It feels as if his flesh is trying to rip itself off his bones. He screams, not caring if anyone hears, and drops to the floor. Kaleidoscope colors explode in front of his eyes. He writhes and skin scrapes off his temple and onto the floor.
After a few seconds that feel like a year, it's over. He collapses, deflates, gasping for breath. He doesn't know what Draco just did to him. His hand gropes around the floor for the knife he dropped.