Waking up in the morning after the evening of the Yule ball, the Infinite Demi-Dragon Goddess noticed two things. One, she had for some reason a headache comparable to when she overused The Kaleidoscope. And two, something, or rather someone, was missing from her embrace. Luna Lovegood, who Blake was completely sure went to sleep in her arms. This outrage caused the pupils of Blake's silvery grey eyes to turn into slits as the expression on her face shifted from its usual deadpan into one that was impossible to mistake for anything other than anger. Unlike the time when she intimidated the cockroach, where the release of her power as a massively overwhelming magical pressure was intentional, the release of her power as a massively overwhelming magical pressure wasn't this time.
Every single person and creature in the entire area surrounding Hogwarts could feel not only the massively overwhelming magical pressure, but also the terrifying rage within it. Needless to say, the organizers of the Triwizard Tournament got a very bad feeling with their decision during the preparation for the second task, and that it was likely that either one of them, or all of them were going to have to pay for it. And that the cost was going to be a very high one.
In the Great Hall, the entire hive bugs stiffed and sat up straight upon feeling the magical pressure, which was much worse than the last time. Meaning that Blake Ouroburos was in a much fowler mood than last time. And more than a few bugs wet themselves in fear upon being hit by the pressure, not that they were likely to admit either.
Back in Luna's room, the Infinite Demi-Dragon Goddess had just finished getting dressed as she shot a glare towards the location where her Butterfly was, the lake outside the castle.
"Hold on butterfly, I'm coming. And the pest that dared take you… prepare for oblivion."