Hermione tapped her lips with the flat of the bloody dagger. She was contemplating her art work with a glossy stare. Her brown curls were adorned with dark tendrils of magic oozing from the cursed diadem and the caramel swirls of her eyes were filled with madness. She was straddling the thighs of the still convulsing body of the blond wizard and he was looking back at her, trying to hold a defiant smile. Blood was bubbling on his lips and rushing from his bare chest. There were carvings all over his torso. The words were crooked, but clearly read: THIEF, TRAITOR and she had just finished slashing her initials on his stomach. H.G.