Nothing would be out of place; Harri knew that. They gave it a cursory once over -  rituals had never been their highest subject  - and nodded, impressed. The Horcruxes they’d acquired were placed within circles of salt and crushed pyrite, doused in blood and glowing with preternatural energy. The runes written onto the floor began to flare as Hermione extended her magic, silent at first and then humming back with energy and power. Bellatrix took up her spot opposite Hermione, the both of them chanting low beneath their breath. Power suffused the room, turned heavy and humid. 