The howler filled the room with her mother's booming voice. He'd never heard her so angry. In fact, he had never received a howler from his mother before. He has been the perfect child while at Hogwarts and, when his life had begun to go downhill according to good society's standards, she still hadn't sent him a howler.

He listened to it all, lowering his head with every word. Her mother's threats were serious one and he didn't have them for empty ones. However, once the initial desire to things off washed away, Elmer thought that he was trapped. He couldn't call things off. It was too late now. He was between a rock and a hard place and he couldn't do much else but love through it.

The thing was, that he had been dishonourable to November Malfoy and, as much as he didn't regret saying those things to Reuben Crouch, he wasn't going to give him the pleasure of feeling moral superiority.

He was going to duel at dawn and whatever happened, happened.