To tango…
She smiled. The tango, such a passionate dance. One step backwards.
The door fell. A black silhouette appeared against the bright daylight. She screamed and took a step backwards.
He lead her with force. Both knew it was because he couldn't lead her in real life. One step backwards.
The girl cried out and glanced backwards for a way out. She knew it was none-existent.
The music played, her dress swayed… It could come from a poem, she thought. One step backwards.
"No…" The girl murmured, while she stumbled backwards in a blind panic.
Yes, the tango was a passionate dance, she concluded. Closing off with left.
She had her back to the wall now. She stumbled to her left.
He smiled at her. It was an empty smile, promising her nothing, denying her nothing. He was scared. One step to the right.
"Go away…" It was helpless. The person in black jumped forward. The girl moved to the right.
She looked around. No one could beat her. Not her. Never her. She smiled content. With the left foot a step to the right.
The girl tripped over her right leg, when she tried to step to the right with her left foot.
The music played, her dress swayed…. The tango, such a passionate dance. One step backward.
The girl fell backwards. The person in black grinned.
Such a passionate dance… A small turn.
The person black turned and moved in for the kill.
Bellatrix smirked.' I'm born to tango….'
The Death eater took of her mask and smirked.' I'm born to duel…'
'….with death.'