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Bellatrix Lestrange (sw_bellatrix) wrote in strugglewithin,

Bella was across the threshhold very nearly before the echo of his spell had time to die away. Despite her heavy, full skirts and floor length cloak, she moved with swift, negligent ease into the extremely plebian home.

She parried a flaring spell from the Mudblood without thought, focusing instead on the screaming woman. The creature was actually scrambling toward the fireplace. Was it thinking of fleeing? No, it would seem it thought to defend itself and its den with poker.

How charming.

How futile.

She cast a wordless spell at the woman and smiled to see the creature drop the poker and scream once more, in pain this time and not panic. "Poor dear. It must be hard to hold onto your little metal stick with the blood in your hands turned to ice. Shall we see what happens as the spell creeps toward your heart?"