seemed to swirl and fade in a fashion that mimicked the rapidly beating thrum of her heart. At last she felt the warmth of that heat and desire come to life between her legs. Sweetness mingled with iron to coat her thighs and drip down onto the fanciful carpet as Bellatrix came to life. The scar upon her arm was still holding onto the witch but less so than it had, a lover parting ways with the expectation of being reunited.