"You stupid...STUPID girl!" The Dark Lord snarled venomously as he apparated into a spacious room in Malfoy Manor. He held Bellatrix violently by her lower right arm, his long, cold fingers squeezing her dark mark, which sent burning pain down her arm.
Bellatrix was sopping wet with water. Her master had used some sort of water spell to try and battle Dumbledore. Her master had cared about her enough to snatch her up before he disapparated from the battle scene. Her long, curly black hair was plastered to her cheeks, neck, and dress, giving her a much smaller and significantly less threatening appearance.
"Worthless!" The Dark Lord snarled at Bellatrix as he thrust her away from him. Her master was, despite his appearance, incredibly strong. The force of his release of her sent her into the wall behind them. She felt her back hit the hard wall, knocking the breath out of her. She let out the faintest little cry and slumped to the ground where she lay panting, half closed eye