Lord Voldemort finally managed to get hold of the wand, breathed a sigh of relief, and frowned slightly as he imperceptibly dodged the chest of the young witch beside him. He quietly raised his wand, cleared his throat a few times to test his voice, and then...
"Avada..."
The tiny voice was easily missed. The girls around him were at a loss, not even knowing what it was, but the older witches were even more bewildered.
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