"As if I have a choice. None of us can use our wands, now can we?" Bella visibly bristled, stupid bloody island taking her magic.
There. Bella heard it. The owl was back. She whirled back around and threw the rock as hard as she could, growling quietly as it hooted back at her. Bella glanced back at Sirius, "You should not call me cousin." Then she picked up another rock, hefting it in her hands.