bole paused a moment longer as if waiting for a reply he knew she couldn't give before turning his attention back to the body. He didn't often deal with old corpses. Once a person was dead he generally lost interest and dumped them.
"Accio skull, " He said, and with a dry crack it flew up into his open hands. He admired it for a moment before placing it on the ground and turning his attention back to Ellie.
"I know how to make this up to him," Bole told her as he leaned down and took hold of her feet, "just leave something a little more fresh in its place!" He giggled and started dragging her over the ground, his eyes locked on hers as he lined her up next to the open grave. He ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth and yanked her wand out of her hand.
"Are you scared of the dark Eleanor?" He asked in an excited whisper, "you will be." He kicked her paralysed body and she fell into grave, rolling as she did to land heavily on her back looking up at the sky, Fred's skeleton acting as an uncomfortable cushion beneath her.
He placed his foot on the lid of the coffin and looked down at Eleanor's bleeding face, practically ecstatic. There was already visible bruising around her eyes from her broken nose. Bole giggled again and pointed his wand at her.
"What's black and white and red all over?" He asked amid his laughter, "It's you! Finite incantatum!"
He slammed the coffin shut the moment the spell released her and sealed it with magic.