<strong>Bellatrix Lestrange</strong><br/><br/>Almost as if in a trance, Bellatrix had been sitting silent, dazed. Until the brat dragged her to the floor. And she actually had the gall to sit on and slap her. What an impudent child, thinking she could be so snide and face no repricussions. Although she had not been up for a fight that particular morning, something had to pull the witch out of mourning, at least temporarily. Thus, a hand swiftly made its way across Krys' face, nails digging into her cheek in the process. Smirking at the streaks of red that now appeared, she flipped and kicked to the side, causing the girl to go flying.<br/><br/>"You must think you're a smart little thing." jumping forward, Bellatrix fixed a hand against Krys' throat, pushing down as her nails pierced the side of her neck. She watched the girl's face deepen in shade, cackling from the pleasure it brought.<br/><br/>"Stupid little witch. You're as dumb as your father, thinking you're strong enough to face me. You know what happened last he did that. Lucky he had that dummy." While standing, the girl rises with her, though the only strength exerted is that of the hand pressing tightly around the pale throat. The smile that stayed upon te girl's face made Bellatrix give her one in return, a cruel, sadistic one. A few had already gathered at the door, so she simply called out in a sing-song voice.<br/><br/>"Oh, Lucius! You've got a broken window." Krys' body went flying throug the glass to the right, shards of the clear object clattering to the floor. "Tch. I'm bored now. Where's my breakfast?!" A swift kick to the elf that stood beside Dominic and it went flying towards the kitchen to follow orders like a good little Gremlin.