would not hit their mark since Fred had died to save her and she was growing more and more furious as they rebounded off an invisible shield. She switched tactics, they were close enough to touch and Bellatrix knew exactly whose bond she now stood holding onto. Luna kicked out her heeled foot, piercing it through the open wound on the evil witch's thigh. Her nails dug into every piece of flesh they could reach, each one carving tracks down the sunken cheeks of her attacker. Bellatrix’s manic gaze met Theo’s across the room, her toothy grin spread wide like a cheshire cat as Luna’s nails came down again, causing blood to pool in the shallow cuts down her face. There was only hatred in her black pupils as she lunged for Luna's outstretched hands and spun them on the spot.