Nicodemus slowly began to wake. He still couldn't move, really, but he knew how to try to force the spell to break. Without opening his eyes and letting the blonde know he was awake yet, he listened to what was going on around him and tried to move his fingers first. He felt Lavender wiping the blood from her husband's face, felt her lay her head beside him. The words of "I love you" gave him a sick thrill. She was saying that to him. She had failed last time to get rid of him; she was now stuck with him. And she loved him. She always would love him.
Slowly, cautiously, he peeked out when he heard someone arrive. Octavius. This just got more interesting. He moved his fingers, drumming them lightly on the cushion for both of them to know he was waking up and breaking the spell.