Even though her horn was still charged with the magic, the pain that was racing through it caused her to discharge it. The magical current was unable to be fired in an attempt to save her. With slow and gentle seconds did the violet aura became fainter up to the point it had dissolved into nothing but the white horn. Sparks of the magic could be seen traveling over the floor, as well as her forehead. Sparks that were both innocent and harmless on their own. Her body kept wincing itself in pain though. Fleur just wanted to scream the lungs out of her body. Yet all that left her were silent moans as she stroked her chest in a faint attempt to calm her aching heart.