Marietta felt her stomach drop as she entered the muggle house. The place was in a state of disarray, and the scent of blood-tinny and fresh-hit her nose and caused her to recoil. She paused, in fear and in shock, seeing the bound woman that Alecto indicated.
For a moment, Marietta saw her mother's face on the muggle woman struggling in the Carrow's hex. She was just her mother's age after all. She felt herself loosening her grip on her wand, even considering turning her back on the whole mess. How could she kill someone like her own mum? Then she looked closer at the woman-the horror and fear in her eyes. Then it hit her-muggles like this stupid woman were responsible for the slow, agonizing death of her father. He would be gone any day now, poisoned by their primitive bullets. That fear of magic, of wizards, led to his demise. No, Marietta would not turn her back now. No indeed.
Her grip tightened on her wand, and her eyes narrowed as she stared at this woman, no longer like her mother at all, but the stupid muggle guard who shot her beloved father. A cruel smile danced across her face, and she knew what she wanted to do to this woman-to all muggles until they knew their place in this world.
"I don't think she deserves to be put of her misery just yet; I think she needs a little more pain. And this room could use more color." With adrenaline and hate coursing through her veins, she saw herself lift her wand in a flash. "Crucio!" she heard herself yell, and she watched as the woman twitched and screamed in agony. She tilted her head as the woman writhed, and surprising even herself, she sighed in pleasure.