Richard Winters / Band of Brothers / Bar

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[likemyboat]

A scruffy, dirty guy wanders past Bellatrix. The floating glass gets a negligent glance.

"Nice trick." He doesn't sound like he really means it.

[tocausepain]

The smile she offers him is -- entirely unpleasant.

"Would the boy rather it be in pieces?" she asks, in a sing-song tone.

With a loud crashing noise, the glass breaks, water hitting the floor as shards of glass hang in the air like some sort of mobile.

[likemyboat]

Are we sure the water hit the floor? Because from this angle, it looks suspended just like the glass.

"The boy would rather the psycho bitch fuck off," Jack suggests blandly.

Incidentally, are those purple eyes of his...glowing, faintly?

[tocausepain]

"And he's got a dirty mouth, too. Naughty thing."

Bella's tongue flickers out to lick her dry lips, her wand still pointed at the suspended water and glass.

[likemyboat]

"Don't get your hopes up, love," he says wryly. He's not the naughty one in his bunch, after all. "What's the stick for?"

[tocausepain]

"Cleaning out insolent mouths like yours."

What.

[likemyboat]

Chicken butt?

"You're a real charmer," he mutters. And starts to walk away.

But don't think he's not aware of what she's doing. If he wasn't capable of that much, he wouldn't have turned his back on her in the first place.