Bella Blades the Blokes
Note: This doesn't have any real place in the UU, except that I say it does. Part of this was the drabble challenge, and part was a challenge that Sara gave me in a UU chat—the mental image of a woman who wants to do harm to a man kneeling at her feet, something glinting in her hand.
"We have a Slytherin problem," the man stuttered, not to the vision of menace and femininity in front of him, but rather to the comrade behind in hopes that his partner could get away, even though his own situation was hopeless.
"Wha--?" Whitenack, who had been in the lift a few seconds before when the attack started, had less than a second to comprehend the parody in front of him—Dawlish, sweat dripping down the back of his robes, on one knee in the dark corridor from the lift to the Department of Mysteries, torchlight shining dimly on the knife Bellatrix held in her left hand like the glint of a diamond ring.
Without warning, the woman lifted the wand in her right hand, sending the knife zooming at an upward angle through both men's tracheae.
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