"You shouldn't have taken my letter," she said, holding her wand out before her as she muttered a curse she had seen only moments earlier in one of Tom's old books, one that she had been dying to try. Her form was shaking and uncertain- she had never really used her magic on anyone other than Tom, and that had been different, it was an agreed upon duel. Yet the spell still pulled through, a streak of blue lightening rocketing towards the boy, slicing through the air with smoke. The spell collided into him, dragging him several meters through the air before depositing him in the snow, his screams punctuating his fall. His body contorted on the ground, twisting into garish and grotesque angles as his body was shaken with the tremors of it. The air sizzled at having been cut in half, the smell of burning skin and wool pungent, and she flared her nostrils to it, grimacing.