Stumbling to your knees after your enemy, Tom missed a memory charm on he fired at you. It was clear to the both of you whom would would, and it was him.

As your back hit the stone, an idea followed through with into your mind, he hadn’t known the curse didn’t work.

Fluttering your eyelashes once he had reached. “Who are you?” you said with fake fear and a sadistic smile came onto his face. “Your fiancé my dear.” he lied.