I shoved the wooden pieces of the table that covered me, out of the way. With great pain, I got up from my position to only stare at my pale hands. Purple smoke escaped from my calloused hands but no matter how much I wished for it, a new sword wouldn’t appear in my hands. I was without a weapon against a woman who could summon swords on her own. Bellatrix grunted and slowly got up, still disoriented from the explosion, but I didn’t really care all too much. Instead, my eyes were on my broken sword, staring at the remains in remorse. It was only the weirdly, now familiar, feeling blaring in my body that my attention was pulled away.