Battle at the Department of Mysteries

==Battle==
She didn't want the Death Eaters on her bad side, and knew fighting them wouldn't much help with that. Hal was an idiot to come alone, without even confirming, and she told him so. She tried to contain her disdain of Hadrian, but she just really loves to fight. She fought wildly, unpredictable, creative, aggressive, and above all relentless. She enjoyed herself immensely, laughing like a madman, flinging her wand about in sharp precision, it was like she was dancing.
A Death Eater had her hands locked to her sides, wand to her throat. She had been disarmed of her primary wand, and decided reluctantly to reveal her cards. She slowly shifted her left hand, reaching down her sleeve. Her wand slid into place in her palm, warm from her skin or its own eagerness. Elder and phoenix feather, she tilted the wand until the tip was barely pressed against her captor, "avada kadavra" she whispered under her breath, almost inaudibly. As soon as his grip lessened she shot forward, eyes locked on the orb "confringo", it shattered. She rushed to Hal, standing back-to-back, and let loose.
==Death of Sirius Black==
She stumbled to the veiled archway, stopping in front of it. She just stared silently, her mouth hanging open she reach out a hand as if to touch it. Her mouth snapped shut and she lowered her hand and head, tears streaming from each eye. Her eyes closed wearily as she thudded heavily to her knees, disapperating the moment they would have hit the ground.
She refused to speak for a week afterwards, she barely left Hal's side for any reason. She'd been secretly sleeping beside his bed in his dorm. She'd taken to holding his hand, though he seemed grateful for it. The two would sit in silence, speaking in dull whispers. It seemed the only comfort they could find was each other, having each lost a father.
"I'm sorry you couldn't do it, hurt her I mean." Startled, he whipped his head to look at her. She was staring at the floor, she hadn't spoken all day, not even to him. She was pale as a corpse, if it was possible for her to get paler, her hand was cold in his, her grip tightened at his silence. "Me too." He looked at his shoes, wishing he could say something better, less pathetic. "I could have done it." She sounded distant, but he could tell she meant it. "I know that, too." She turned to him, a smile spread across her worn face, brightening her tight eyes, "I'll do it, Hal, I'll make her feel our pain, make her regret it." He'd never seen her like this, not up close, the darkness she'd warned him of. He drew back slightly, she noticed. She stood up abruptly, "I'll do it for us, Hal, and for him, not just because I want to. You understand that, right?" He swallowed thickly, protests dying in his throat at the image of Marcella laughing. He finally met her eyes, he nodded and gave her a small smile thank you. She nodded back, seemingly satisfied, and returned to the couch.
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