Ivy watched the proceedings with great interest. She did get bored after watching ad infinity squirrels intercept sniper bullets. Ivy smirked and walked to the spot that death had just left muttering something about lucky bastards.
She proceeded to gather the black puddle which used to be a sniper rifle into a bucket, making certain she had every last drop. Ivy thought it funny that the magical people of England placed so much faith into a myth about a wand crafted by death.
She actually witnessed the creation of the “elder wand” herself due to a time travel accident. Ivy saw that the wand was made by man and held no special power whatsoever. The sniper rifle puddle, however? Ivy could simple reforge it into a sniper rifle that would never miss.
She smirked and had an idle thought about the power of such a weapon. Ivy grinned and thought to herself “The only way this rifle would miss would be if the target was protected by God, Himself.”
Ivy calmly grabbed the bucket of a literal liquid of gun metal gray. She looked up into the sky and saw a bright white cross formed by the clouds. Ivy smiled as she approached death and held up the bucket “It looks the magical community actually has an elder something to fear. Care to help me with this?”
Death thought things would certainly be interesting since his time traveling friend, Ivy, got involved on this one. The odd pair walked off leaving another pair to enjoy their date.
In a small outdoor cafe, Hermione Granger noticed an odd necklace that appeared to be made of spent sniper rifle bullets. A message was attached, all it said was “God Speed”.