"I have to kill - Harry! POTTER!" Trixymort screeched, her black hair frizzing chaotically as if she quit washing her hair when she died. The light gleamed off of the white skull that was now part of her face, and I thought I could still see where sinew and ligaments connected the face and jaw to the bone. She really is wearing Voldemort's skull on her face. A black sort of light shot out of her wand and crashed against Draco's shield, tendrils jutting out and forming pincer-like protrusions to stab at the shield as if looking for the weak spot. It looked like sentient... shadow... that can exist around light? I knew I would have to ask Severus exactly what he and Fleur had been facing lately.