"No—"

Rachel's scream was cut short before Narcissa raised her hand and flicked her wrist.

A flash of purple light sliced through the air, and Rachel's hands were severed cleanly at the wrists. As blood sprayed across the floor, she let out one agonized cry before losing consciousness.

Muffled gasps and stifled sobs filled the hall, but no one dared cry aloud. They were terrified of being the next victim.

"Take her away."

Narcissa waved her hand dismissively, as if shooing off a fly.

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