Emalyn found herself staring at Liam. She couldn't feel her own body, or think. It had been months since she'd seen him...had he really changed that much? And look...he was suffering...what had happened? Emalyn hardly realized this was her worst fear until she was confronted with it.
Her bottom lip trembled dangerously, her wand hand shaking.

Liam was calling out to her, asking for help, yet it seemed as though he were far away, protected by a sort of shield that she had no hope of getting by. He was alone...alone, without any help whatsoever. He was dying. His voice became slower, as if he were struggling to survive. "Liam!" she gasped, breathing heavily, tears forming in her green eyes.

This thought struck Emalyn hard and her heart leapt. She couldn't think of anything funny, let alone happy. She found herself shutting her eyes, refusing to listen to her dying friend. As her eyes fluttered quite reluctantly shut, a tear slided down her cheek and Emalyn wished anything that she could comfort Liam. But, as we do, when people are dying or dead, we think of the memories we had with them. Emalyn thought hard, racing through the happy, hilarious moments with her best friend. Opera singing, she thought, her eardrums refusing to let Liam's pleas inside.

Yes, Liam had, in the past, started randomly opera singing. He was quite good, but it caused Emalyn to laugh hysterically. It made her happy.
I need him to make me happy. He's going to opera sing...he's going to be fine, he's going to get that dramatic look on his face, knowing that it will make me feel better. she told herself. The image of Liam opera singing was funny to her, but when she opened her eyes she was reminded of where she was. She took a quick in take of breath, staring longingly at Liam.
"Ridd - " she started, but seeing Liam dying slowly stopped her. She closed her eyes again, pointing in the same direction, thinking hard. "RIDDIKULUS!!!" she shouted.