Blood sprayed, coating her hand, her arm, the dagger, and Sybille sagged. Theo and Ron froze, wands still aimed, mouths open in shock. Hermione let Sybille drop, releasing her grip on the dagger as the woman sank to the floor. She dismissed the illusory spells, watched the blood leech from Theo and Ron's faces as she materialized in front of them, hood up, half-drenched in blood. Her chest was heaving, she knew her eyes were absolutely wild, and she didn't care.