“Edgar wasn’t out of commission, I merely made him rest and recover because I knew the likes of you were too foul to die that easily,” Cate said back trying to think. If she kept Bella talking it was less hexing of course and it seemed Bella’s ego was enough that that might actually work. Keen on throwing her own exploits and how ‘beaten’ Edgar had been, the truth of it or not, seemed a perfectly good topic. “That’ll never happen,” Cate answered the last bit of Bellatrix’s comment. As much as there was fear, she didn’t really have time to be afraid. Well she did, all of however long it took for either Bellatrix to kill her and her unborn child or for Edgar to get there and both to escape this psychopath.
Either way, she had little to go on other than what she had before her. She barely if at all knew Bellatrix. Sure she’d been a pureblood among that sort at one time in her life, but Cate was never one of them. That was a fact, now, that she was very proud of. Merlin help her if she’d ever been anything like Bellatrix Lestrange.
Should they bet on it? Cate didn’t bother dignifying that with a response. Instead, Cate threw a shield charm up though it was a bit late and part of the blast made it through and Cate was thrown backward off her feet, landing on her back as her head smacked off the pavement. Pain exploded in her head and in her arm that she’d fallen on. She bit her lip not to make a sound as her hand moved to her abdomen protectively, her wand arm moving as she gripped the wood tight in her hand.
“Protego,” Cate spoke out as she pulled herself to her feet, refusing to let Bellatrix get an edge on her. She would not kill her or her baby. Edgar was coming - he would come. “I’m not going to fight you Bellatrix.” Cate was calm or at least calmer in tone than she felt. “The longer you stay here the less freedom you have.”