run // wallace & charlie
It took Wallace a few days to be sure of his plan. He had to observe Ashworth from a distance---luckily she seemed to be a creature of habit in at least one way, her early morning run. He followed her one morning under pretence of going for a smoke, and spotted a decent point where he could hide behind an outcropping of stones as she passed by. He felt nauseous every time he thought about it, so he tried to get the planning out of the way as quickly as possible. Then there would just be the matter of going through with it, which he could only worry about when the time actually came.
On the fourth day he woke up early, as he’d been doing, and went down to make tea. He was in luck. Ashworth passed by through the Common Room shortly before dawn, outfitted for running. He nodded a sleepy hello to her, counted to twenty after she’d left the room, and then carefully made his way out to the rocks. After that, it was only a matter of waiting for her to come by, and the spell would do the rest. The spell... don’t think about it. Wallace fiddled with his shoelace. He wanted to believe that the waiting would be the worst part, but he was sure that wouldn’t be the case.
The sound of footsteps on the ground made him look up. His target came within range. Wallace forced his hand to be steady as he extended his wand towards her from between the stones and whispered the words he’d gotten from Nadya’s book. “Paraphrens Neuroticus.”