“STOP IT!” the same scream of a woman rang through the emptiness of the street, echoing loudly.
“Don’t you dare tell me what to do!” a familiar voice shrieked, and the sound of someone being slapped was heard. “Filthy Mudblood!”
‘Bellatrix Lestrange,’ Isabelle thought to herself, most of her confidence she had began to build up was beginning to falter.