A cackle left her hoarse throat. The energy that buzzed beneath the blacken robes was nothing compared to the wild thoughts that ran through her mind. This is what she was made for. To end the suffering of those that denied where true power lied. Curses flew from the tip of her wand wildly, aiming carelessly at those who just moments before thought these memories would be loving. She turned on her heel, throwing back the opponent before her eyes beneath the mask met with familiar ones. Severus Snape, but his lack of disguise was perplexing. Enough to pause for a moment; but showing favoritism would only raise questions.
“Reducto.” She had questions of her own; and the curse was sent towards the stack of champagne flutes on the neighboring table. A burst of glass that would cause far less injury than what she had cast before.
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