As she stared down the wand, body taught as she anticipated the pain, Astoria's poise struck Hermione. Before Bellatrix cast the curse, her whole face would flood with psychotic anticipation, eyes dancing with bloodlust. The nature of the Cruciatus curse demands an element of zealotry. But Asotria wielded her wand with a blasé, arrogant indifference. As if Hermione was so beneath her notice, she was insignificant. Indolently, she muttered the incantation. 