Augusta Longbottom just walked in Grimauld Place for an Order meeting, but when she walked in something started shouting.
"Mudbloods, Traitors, Filth, you dare enter my house you...you over-grown vulture!" screamed the portrait of Walburga Black.
"No more then you are a bat, my dear cousin," replied Augusta.
"Take this, you old crow!" and Walburga sent a spell flying.
"Well the if that's the way you want it, take this and that you old hag. You have not beaten me yet and you never will."
"We shall see, Longbottom, we shall most certainly see."
Soon enough spells were flying every where the rest of the Order upon hearing the noise rushed out of the kitchen.
"It would be wise to stay out this, all of you, this fight is between me and her," said Augusta.
"But why, Augusta?" asked Minerva McGonagall.
"You would be surprised at how long this fight has been going on, Minerva,"
"But this never happened before,"
"I was never in this hallway when the portrait was going off, but this has gone on long enough,"
"Mudbloods, traitors, filth get out of my house you miscreants," screamed Walburga.
"Shut up you old hag," Augusta shouted, "Silencio."
But Walburga just dodged it. "Never, you vulture! Stupefy."
"You old bat, you never would give up, would you? Well I propose we end this here and now, after this we shall never meet again, one of shall walk away at the end the winner and the loser but never again, after we done here I do hope to never meet again."
"Agreed, vulture."
"Very well then, hag. Tarantallegra!"
"Confringo!"
"Augamenti!"
"Impedimenta!"
"Impervius!"
"Depulso!"
"Just give up already hag."
"In your dreams bat."
"How about your dreams? Well I don't suppose you have dreams any more as you are a painting though I do wonder... Incarcerous! Just be still already, you are already in your grave so leave these poor people alone and just stop for once in your life, screaming you do not know how annoying it gets. You've caused enough trouble as it is just go away and live however happy in the afterlife you get!"
"Pertrificus Totalus! Enough with your ranting vulture we have a duel to finish"
"True, very true, but you and I, both, know I've already won, so spare yourself the pain."
"You have not won, yet, Augusta. You may still fall before me. Confundo!"
"Protego! Stupefy! Expelliarmus! Diffendo!"
"Impedimenta! Duro!"
"Enough it is time to end this, goodbye Walburga I can't say that you'll be missed,"
"NO! What are you talking about you cannot get rid of me it is impossible! Do you hear me? IMPOSSIBLE! GAH, no, you cannot do this to me! This will not be the last of me. It cannot be the last of me..."
"It is goodbye, I'll never see you again." And with those parting words Augusta pointed her wand at the portrait's frame itself and muttered a spell under her breath. The frame suddenly burst into flame.
The End!