They'd been smart not to let her fly anywhere or throw anything explosive. It was probably best for the lot of them and the battle as a whole. She was best used on the ground, and that's where she stood, laying in wait for the battle she knew was coming. They were Death Eaters... they weren't just going to sit there while they bombed their little village.
She was nervous, to say the least. Perhaps it was her training with Antonin, but lately she felt as if she knew that she simply wasn't up to snuff these days. She wasn't twenty-four anymore and she just wasn't as good as she'd once been. She wanted this battle to prove differently, but she knew that without positive thinking that wasn't going to happen.
Shit awful time to be having a crisis of confidence, Dora thought to herself.