" Yaxley’s body fell to the ground with a loud crash. Stumbling backward, she bumped into the dresser for the third time that night. Glancing down towards her leg, her vision swam. Warm, thick blood soaked her jeans;  a long clean-cut spanning her upper thigh. Holding her leg straight, she started to slide down to the ground. Cold hands caught her halfway down, slowing her descent. She stiffened, raising her wand defensively. 