She couldn't even remember picking up the fork. It was in her hands and shoved into his right eye before she realized what she was doing. His startled shout of pain seemed to only spur her on further. The moment he released his grip on her, she reached for the knife that had been used to carve the roast they served for lunch. With bits of meat still clinging to the blade, she slid the metal across his torso. Louder shrieks echoed in her ears. Antonin was the expert with the knives, but he'd taught her a few tricks. Finding the perfect spot to slide the weapon in between his ribs, she pushed. Her husband collapsed to the floor, taking the knife with him, before she could make much of an impact. The door flew open and the shocked blue eyes belonging to Corban Yaxley took in the scene at his feet.