"...his last, best lieutenant...": The Great Hall appears before her as she walks in and climbs onto the table top.
As she runs across the old wood, glasses and plates shatter under the point of her heeled boots. A slight cackle escapes her throat as she whips her wand to the front of her. With a vicious intake to her chest, she pulls in an orb of blue energy. As it grows, the maddening look in her eyes does so…
-The sudden silence and calmness turns to madness and chaos in seconds. He splits off from Tonks and heads off to the Great Hall, where he hears a loud smash. He runs to the source, hearing the cackle he knows all too well. With his wand drawn, he sends a silent stunning spell her way, hitting her in the shoulder- Now Bella its rude to just barge in and make a noise like that, you’ll wake the students and all…
“Does the puppy want to play? You know, I always enjoy toying with my food before I devour it.” She sends a jet of green his way, missing him by inches.
“Ready to dance?” Jets of red seep from her wand as she fires relentlessly towards the mangy sad excuse of a man in front of her. “DUMBLEDORE’S DEAD! THE DARK LORD HAS RISEN!”
Please, Bellatrix, you flatter me… plus, your aim is really off today. -he dodges her spells with relative ease, raising an eyebrow as he sends various non-verbal spells her way. At the mention of Dumbledore’s death, however, he perks up- What? Who killed him?! The Dark Lord shall not rise here, Lestrange!
She takes advantage of his loss and sends a stunning spell right into his chest. When he flies back, she cackles. “Dumbledore is dead! You’re trusted Severus Snape has rid the world of him! Lord Voldemort will win.” She grins wickedly, running out of the Great Hall towards the outside.
