A / N : Bellatrix, because it was only a matter of time. This is me. :)

Enjoy, and please ignore fanfic word count. Absolutely every one of these drabbles is 100 words, but for reasons unknown, the act of uploading or adding a line break seems to mysteriously add 20 words. Try to ignore it, please. (Oh bloody hell. This author's note has almost doubled it. Yikes.)

A look.

A touch.

But he rarely looks at her, now.

She is duelling, her heart beating so quickly it could rip her chest in two. She can hardly breathe.

When Bellatrix duels she feels alive, as though the heartstring in her wand has been torn from her own chest. She feels like Bella.

He is close.

So close . . .

His curse hits Shacklebolt's shield charm, as hers skims Molly's shoulder - and the two connect in mid-air.

Her heart twists, laughter rising above glittering curse-light . . .

A touch! she thinks, in joyous despair.

It hits, and she can hardly feel surprise.