Hermione throws herself to the side. The curse crashes against a goal post. Wood splinters. She keeps her momentum, rolling until she crashes into Bellatrix’ legs. They fold like a house of cards, and they fall into the mud together. Bellatrix’ hands fling around wildly. Hermione scrambles on top of her, clenching her thighs tightly around her hips, and punches her in the jaw. The crack of it resonates around the pitch. Someone gasps.