In a move reminiscent of Bellatrix’s so many years ago, Hermione flung it across the room. Quietly, it slid right into Astoria’s chest. The witch looked down at the glittering blue hilt in surprise, a manicured hand lifting to touch the silver. She looked up at Hermione, who held her gaze as the light died from her eyes. Astoria slumped into a dead heap on the carpet. 