This dark magic allowing her to zig-zag here and there briefly turning to naught but a cloud of thick black smoke allowing Hermione's spells to completely miss her before the dark witch rematerialised. Bellatrix had been on Hermione in no time with this strange technique and had dived on top of her mid-battle trying to stick her little silver blade in Hermione's throat. As the knife had neared closer to her quarry Bellatrix had lost concentration a small grin crossing her lips. Hermione had stopped struggling so hard as well, transfixed by the confused mix of hatred and lust that burned in Bellatrixs dark eyes. Those eyes, that were black as midnight.