Astoria
Astoria hadn't fought in the battle of '98. She hadn't felt the need. It had been the war of Potter and his Gryffindors. However this was different. She was fighting for her children, for her family. None of these people had their pedigree and she wouldn't let them ruin their society.
She flew in a way unbecoming to a lady, but she didn't care. Today wasn't the time for etiquette. Today was the day to show everyone what Slytherin women could do when someone threatened their family.
Things happened fast in the air. Dragons and fliers going at each other, fighting. She didn't bother with strange or exotic spells. Nothing that complicated, but when she tried the killing curse the first time, she couldn't do it. It wasn't until a hex grazed her thigh that suddenly her anger can pouring out and she cast it for the first time in her life on a living person.
"Thank you, Father," she muttered, before starting to fight for real, not stopping until a grey light hit her and she fell from her broom, descending rapidly and losing consciousness as she hit the ground.