Bellatrix forced herself to push through the tempting smell of her guest and forced herself back towards the opposite corner of her home. Twice now she had come far closer than she had felt comfortable to destroying the little invader. Three times now she had found herself salivating whenever her mind wandered, eyes blank and body stretched taut. She couldn’t even count the number of times her mind had drifted towards the rack of knives she kept along the backside of her cot, nor could she number the moments she had stilled with hands poised above the woman’s throat and rituals on her mind.