Bellatrix turned as well, but Voldemort waved her off as he walked unharmed through the maelstrom toward where Harry stood waiting for him. The Elder Wand was a blur as he moved it gracefully through the air, but despite his prodigious skill it was clear as he got closer that his spell work wasn't as effortless as it seemed. Lines of strain webbed out from his mouth, pulling at his sunken cheeks and snakelike nose. Behind him, the spellfire waned as Bellatrix and the Aurors both relented to watch the confrontation. 