"Mum, we have a date with destiny." Lavender said hoarsely, blood seeping into her outer robes. The Lich turned at that, and her body language instantly went from hell-bent depraved killer to cheerful Hogwarts student. Between the demented poise and the serpentine-human skull attached to her face, Trixymort looked... beautifully broken. But undead, immune to the Killing Curse, and dangerous.