"If you had kept that pretty little mouth shut, she wouldn’t be like this. Do you hear me, filthy little..." His words went on, but she couldn’t piece them together. They floated before her eyes. All she felt was the twitching of her muscles, the heat burning her insides, her joints creaking beneath her. In a way, she was grateful for Nott for keeping her upright, even if it meant constricting her air. 