Hot rage poured into her body from her head to replace the sense of loss, culminating at her toes first before rising up her legs and settling in her chest. Her blood pumped the lava around her system, fuelling her anger and making the room spin. Her breaths were shallow and fast, her chest rising and falling at an alarming rate; she stalked across the room, forcing Malfoy into a corner before Hermione even realised she had moved. 