"Oh dear, am I being too rough, muddy?" The dark witch laughed. Her tongue poking through her teeth as she paced back and forth, waiting for movement. Everything in her was enjoying this moment of inflicting pure pain. Like a primal instinct to do nothing but harm. The cries coming from the young witch were like music. Though she was surprised Hermine got up so quick on her first shot she made sure she truly MEANT the following curse.