*And now both Aurors are awake and fighting, which is precisely what they've tried to avoid. Fucking hell. What's worse, they're caught between the two of them, and the air is suddenly full of curses and hoarse shouts and fucking comic books and it is, briefly, chaos. The only thing that saves Bellatrix from being knocked to the floor in a swirl of Martin Miggs the Mad Muggle is Roddy's shield charm.

Not that she knows it, of course. She's firing off curses of her own so rapidly she isn't even sure what they are, her back to Lucius and one of her boots squarely on Roddy's shoulder. Precisely as Evan sends the little spiked ball at Fabian, she kicks her husband--not very hard, though.*

--get up--