Lily gripped her wand in both hands, watching as another gnome came to float above the first, helplessly waiting for whatever came next.
Crucio. Lily shivered as Bellatrix uttered the word, but stood, hands tight around her wand, watching the gnome writhe and cry. She bit her lip, nodding. She could see. He was helpless. At Bellatrix's mercy.
Had she any mercy?
And yet, Lily couldn't take her eyes off the creature. It would have been begging, she was sure, if it could, for release. Beautiful?
"Yes," she whispered, because she knew it was expected of her. She was sure that it would be beautiful, in time. When she'd learned what she was meant to, then yes. It would be beautiful.