Perhaps chasing after that white fox had been a bad idea as was stepping into the lake after it; however, the way Rodolphus Lestrange manhandled her was uncalled for; especially considering he had aimed his wand at her and shouted Incarcerous as soon as he was done pulling her out of the lake. Narcissa shivered where she had been plopped under a tree.

“How was I to know it was a kelpie?” she shouted at Rodolphus, overhearing him calling her a fool while he did his best to stomp around ankle deep in mud. “Don’t they normally take the shape of horses?”

Rodolphus grunted as a response and kicked the remains of the kelpie into the lake. He marched towards Narcissa with a frown. He split the ropes binding the youngest Black sister with his wand. His fingers wrapped around her biceps and he pulled her up. He didn’t say anything as he turned and continued to walk, dragging her with him.

“Unhand me!” protested Cissy as she trashed in place. In a sudden move, Rodolphus had turned to face her. His fingers tightened around her arms.

“Nar-cissa!” he hissed, his breath brushing against her cheek. “You’re being a brat.”