"Hmm you are such a spoiled brat.Shopping just to shop"Amara said snickering little laughingsoftly,"Now if it was bell buying it, he'd like it, but from you, when you know that he likes his broom,he'd probably in insulted."He said snickering, tightening his hold on the man in front of him."You be careful to.If I have to rescue you, I'm going to be pissed."He grumbled groping the blnd as he moved to take care of sarsen. Belladonna yelped a little as she was shoved into the bushes, staying put for a few minutes,because she knew draco had a reason to do what he was doing,but it took effort. And at the mention of her, she raised her head, shifting to walk behind the bushes, shifting to move around them, skirting around the group, but even as she walked she muttered the spell. one time, she'd been a goddess of battle and dreams, the one who the dead summoned.She was belladonna, the posion that killed with the smallest touch. Creating the weapon so old, that it could make your bones ache, she lowered her head a little, making innocent as she walked through, the sword in her hand ass unholdable as ir, and hard as steel, looking just like someone walking by even as she shifted, the sword cutting through the air, catching one under the ribs, finding the heart even as she spun and gutted the other, it wouldn't be a easy death,but it gave them time. And as she looked at draco, her eyes filled with the darkness between stars, without harry there to balance her, she was stuttering, shiting, becoming what she hadn't been in a milliuem. A goddess of battle. And the street had just become her battleground. You could see why the fey had feared her when she walked as a goddess, because insanity shown in those blue eyes, as she grappled for control,but it was slipping through her fingers as she looked at draco."We have to find the others. And get home."She said with the last bit o reasonable thought she had.