Alastor Moody gripped the two men by the back of their necks, yanking the distraught soldiers into a small room. "Say it again," he spat, teeth grinding.
"It happened so fast. She felt no pain. She died immediately," Caradoc stammered, clutching tightly to the large column in the middle of the room.
"Good, good ..." Moody whispered. They couldn't lose focus on their purpose, he told them. The Order couldn't be blinded by rage and grief — the gruesome and horrific death of Dorcas Meadowes ( whom was the first of the organization to lose her life in the battle ) had to be concealed as a quick and painless death.
"Gideon. GIDEON! Say it."
"It just happened so fast. Sh-she was just walkin-" "NO, no! No she was running!"
Gideon winced at the shouting, and the room became silent. His entire body was trembling, and her blood was still damp on his hands and robes.
"She was running, she was fighting. It hit her square in the chest. She died immediately. She didn't suffer."