A scream erupted from Hermione’s throat as the darkness exploded into a whirlwind, Bellatrix following her not long after. Harri watched them both, giddy, shaking with a madness they couldn’t voice. The souls they’d stripped out pressed in against soft flesh, Bellatrix seeming to lose all colouration at once and then falling flat onto the ground. Hermione held out for a moment longer and then joined her, both women silent and the sudden discomfort of the ritual dispersed.