Half of her brain begged her to run, to flee, to get the hell away from that place before he killed her. But the other half said to go. The half that truly enjoyed killing Ron. Not because he was Ron, but because it was her first try at a killing curse, and she had succeeded. Not to mention the thrill and pure euphoria that ran through her veins like heroin as her magic struck life and overcame it. It was fascinating. Exciting. Fucking addicting.