The last bullet. She was shaking, every exhalation exited more of the charring impurity. Dolohov’s curse was cackling madly, breathing in the further degradation of her soul like the spiralling burble of a hookah. She felt light and heavy all at once though, a swirling dizziness making her brain feel strange and alien. The oozing evil seeped into her marrow, feeding her a compulsion to sink to the floor, like gravity itself had heightened to force her low.