Zabini started reciting the incantation for the marriage vows. She knew she should listen carefully but couldn’t focus. The shadows writhing on the walls, the echo of Ron’s screams, the lingering traces of pain from the after-effects of the Draught, the way the island’s evil nestled itself in her heart. As if it knew she was leaving and wanted her to forever carry its burden on her shoulders. These things distracted her. Only bits and pieces of the vows reached her.