"Fuck," Orla muttered. She did not like surprise visits. She did not like things popping into her basement of work. She did not like the unexpected. The unexpected made thing like this happen. Orla stared at the turned over cauldron, leaking her precious potion all over the uneven stone floor.
However, she enjoyed a pissed off Lestrange (of either gender) even less. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." she kicked at the cauldron and shook her head before looking back down at the damned elf who was demanding her presence. It took her a good five minutes to gther her things and Orla knew damned well that that was too long. Knew it even before she used her portkey to get to Greengrass Manor and heard Bella's screams from outside of the goddmaned door.
"Holly hell," she said audibly, pushing open the doors and hurrying towards the horrid shriek that was her name. "Holly fucking hell." She was nearly afraid to enter the parlour. There was blood, there were screams, and there were Lestranges. Horrible combination.
She had to take a deep breath before walking in. "Alright, what's happ--" It was then that she really and truly noted the blood. Not to mention Rodolphus' lack of arm.
Orla pulled out her wand. "For fuck's sake, that should have been cauterized ages ago." And she didn't bother mentioning that it was going to hurt. That much should have been obvious as she pointed her wand right at the stump of his arm and uttered a forceful, "Incendio!" It was far too late for anything else.
Orla let it burn for no more than seven seconds before dousing it and it was only then that she even bothered looking at Bellatrix.