Rather than using her wand, she rushed in close to me, clasping my face with superhuman strength; her clawed hands digging into my flesh and making me bleed as she leaned in to give me the Dementor's Kiss. I had no time to grab my wand as I flailed my arms in fear, fingers touching the edge of the bone mask, nails catching and pulling just to have something to do before the masked face touched my own.