Belvina
Belvina was enjoying herself in a bloodthirsty kind of way. Whilst she enjoyed tea parties and dinners, this was a much more visceral pleasure and one she could feel right down to her bones. She flew as she did everything, with determination, and she tried to seriously injure everybody she came across, casting spell after spell and feeling quite smug that she hardly missed her mark at all.
She was worried about her family, of course she was, but Belvina wasn't worried that any of them would die. The Blacks were stronger than that and all of them had skill in offensive magic and duelling; it was an innate capability and assuredness that would help see them through this.
She screamed in fury when a spell hit her square in the chest late into the battle, feeling from the excruciating pain that something had been ruptured inside her. Feeling faint, she grabbed hold of her broom tighter than before and pulled open a vial of blood-replenishing potion with her teeth. It would have to do, she couldn't stop now.
When she got to the ground a little bit later, when the battle was over, she took another strong anti-pain potion to dim it and gritting her teeth, managed to slowly get to where the Healers were.