Elvira was having too much fun, so much so, that she hadn’t even notice that she had yet to be praised with the chance to kill one by herself. Alvira was having all the fun, taking lives and prancing around with the thick musk of destruction; a sensual musk he came home with every night. Elvira easily pried the little girl from his hands and let her fall to the floor, with her eyes closed; she embraced her brother and inhaled. He already smelled like that—he was killing without her—Elvira pouted and pulled away. She wanted to kill, too, but she didn’t know any spells that killed people—she was horrible in the dark arts. Actually, come to think of it, she never much cared for fighting, and though she could defend herself, she wasn't very efficient in it; she was more of a healer than anything. But her brother was here to protect her, so she could practice whenever she wanted.<br/><br/>“Teach me how to do what you do, Al.” Elvira whispered up to her brother, and Alvira rested his hand on top of her head.<br/><br/>Of course she didn’t mean choking somebody, her fragile hands could hardly crumple up a piece of parchment; well, not when she was sound of mind, and though she was asking him to teach her how to kill Muggles, she was very much in her right mind. Alvira notice Lavender had gone, but he had no idea where she went, he wasn’t quite paying attention. Elvira glanced around the neighborhood, not many—alive—were on the streets, houses were burned or barren, and others were filled with Death Eaters; they would need to go inside, but surely the Muggles were alerted, possibly hiding in a basement, or a panic room of some sort. Elvira walked towards a few houses, avoiding those that were either obviously destroyed, or with its door kicked in; Elvira reached between her legs for the wand that was strapped to her inner thigh (it was the only way she could wear tight clothes without it showing). Silently Alohomora the door—she always liked surprises, and hoped the Muggles did too—Elvira and Alvira entered the home. Alvira could already hear the thuds of the Muggles scrambling to stay hidden; there were about three of them. Elvira could not hear anything, but that was fine, she liked searching about; though it was sort of tedious, as she did the same as the first couple's home—kicking open doors and tossing over tables. It was sort of barbaric, but it made noise, and a mess, so it caused those who inhabited the house to tremble and give away their hidden places. This house was owned by a man and a woman, possibly more, Elvira noted, as the room she entered was that of a couple. Going into the bathroom, Elvira dug around in their cabinets; filthy Muggles, did they not pamper themselves—there wasn’t a tube of lipstick or a jar of cream anywhere. How could she enjoy herself in these conditions?<em>She couldn’t</em>.<br/><br/>“I thought you wanted to kill something?” Alvira asked her, standing in the door frame.<br/><br/>She wanted to look her best while doing it, she would have said so, but he wouldn’t understand. “Well,<em>if you could find something to kill</em>~…” Elvira started, but Alvira left before her sentence ended. Elvira would have complained, but he was walking too fast for her to say anything with the right amount of anger. Alvira led her to another room, one that was obviously owned by a woman, and took them to a bathroom. Elvira went to the mirror, her lips were now a pale pink, nude and unnaturally bare, though that apparently wasn’t why he brought her here, as he pulled back the shower curtain, and three women screamed in horror.<br/><br/>“So this is where you were hiding!” Elvira exclaimed with a smile as she rushed over to the tub.<br/><br/>Two of the women looked about her brother's age or a little older, and the third was an elderly woman. Her smile fell once she saw that the woman in the middle held a baby in her arms. Hmm… Elvira wasn’t sure what she was feeling as stared at it, and watched as the woman was roughly pulled from the tub by her brother, the other woman and the old lady went to grab at her, but Elvira bound them and left their body crumpled in the tub.<br/><br/>Shortly after, Elvira left the bathroom to follow her brother, “What are you going to do with her?” Elvira asked, she didn’t acknowledge the infant within the woman’s arms, she didn’t even hear it when it began to cry once it and the woman was tossed into the closet and locked.<br/><br/>“Set it on fire.” Alvira said, going back into the bathroom.<br/><br/>“I… okay.” Elvira mumbled, lifting her left hand and thinking of the spell, the woman was banging on the door, and another ringing noise was heard in Elvira's ears; once more yelling and screaming started to fill the room, Elvira knew that her brother had released the two women. “Incendio.” Elvira said, and the door busted into flames; she wondered if the woman was banging on it when that happened, because her scream was more of pain than of fear. She turned from the door and went to the two women who swung and kicked as her brother tossed them into the room.<br/><br/>“I… I don’t really know any spells.” Elvira said, staring down at them while she tried to ignore the yelling noise that didn’t quite match the women screaming.<br/><br/>“Viscus Fundo.” Alvira said and pointed his wand at the old woman; her stomach burned open and her entrails spilled out, her body followed quickly after.<br/><br/>Elvira gasped, it was gory, and it sent a rush through her when the other woman started to scream in fear. Elvira tried it a few times, but nothing happen; it took her a while to get it, and in the process, Alvira had to bound the woman so she wouldn’t run from his slow sister—the closet door and all inside it was engulfed in flames. “Viscus Fundo!” Elvira said for the ninth time, and the woman’s skin melted, well, only bubbled and boiled. The poor soul, she must have been in agonizing pain as Alvira shook his head and used the spell correctly.<br/><br/>“You would have died a thousand times in a war.” Alvira said, and left the room, Elvira following; hopefully the closet fire would burn the rest of the house, it didn’t mater either way, all that lived in it was dead now.<br/><br/>“I didn’t think I was in a war.” Elvira snapped, walking behind her brother; he wasn't exactly the best of teachers. “Maybe you can just kill them, and I watch?”<br/><br/>“You’ve killed two.” Alvira tried to encourage, walking down the desolate road.<br/><br/>“Infection probably would have killed her.” Elvira countered, remembering the burns as the woman's skin slid from her body; though probably she was being overly negative.<br/><br/>“The woman and her child; they died by your fire.” Alvira reminded. Alvira didn’t hesitate to kill children, it was better if they didn’t grow up to reproducing age; Alvira didn’t approve of slaves, or ‘pets’, as some called it. He wanted them dead and gone, the only trace of Muggle left would be the nutrients their bodies gives the trees; that was their only good use.<br/><br/>That was just one kill to Elvira, not two—a woman—<em>nothing else<em>, the thing in her arms didn’t exist, as long as Elvira was concern, and it wouldn’t ever exist in any of her memories. Elvira followed her brother through the town, she probably wouldn't be able to kill anything, but her mistakes were deliciously brutal, so Alvira would continue to take her around the decaying village, until all Muggles within it perished.</em></em>