Re: James/Draco/Bella
Bella had been enjoying herself tonight, sipping champagne and making veiled (or not to veiled) threats to those she didn't think cooperated well enough, making soft spoken offers of power to others. Unlike many she could still enjoy these functions, while knowing that after there were always people to kill.
She was just taking a sip of champagne when suddenly two people appeared out of know where. The Potter boy and, more importantly, the man she'd trained herself. Draco!
Amycus was down before she could reach her wand, and she did not see who had cast the spell, though she assumed it to be Draco. Potters were useless, and didn't kill, and this method required power and precision. She couldn't imagine the Potter boy having anything but a mouth and a pretty smile to him, and so she paid him only enough heed to notice if he tried some silly stunt like his father had always done while aiming for Draco, sending a slashing hex towards his legs. She did not primarily want him dead, but captured and at her mercy. Not that it would stop her from killing him if it became necessary.