Hermione stalked through the doorway and paused to lower the lights with a flick of her wand. She's dimming the room to be more like... oh. From Narcissa's upside-down view, she saw a wicked smile on her wife's lips. Holy. Fuck. She's dual-wielding wands, and one of them is the DeathStick. Cissy wanted to know what was about to happen, but before she can ask, conjured ropes begin to slither around her wrists and ankles as a wand-tip traces down the back of her spine, a severing charm cutting through the laces of her corset.