Silence her

Bellatrix streams obscenities at Dobby, but they fall on uncaring ears. He glared at her, fuming as he was never permitted to display before. “Ms Lestrange, you ought to stop that sharp tongue of yours before you split your lip with it.” Bellatrix ignores the warning and continues her rant, while the other members of her distant family watch on in fear.

Dobby waits for a moment before calmly replying, “Shut up, bitch.”

Instantly, Bellatrix’s voice gasps and cuts out, she arches her fingers as if to claw at her throat, but they are restrained far from her neck. She gags and retches silently while an unseen **** saps the sound from her throat. Muted, she resorts to crude hand gestures, portraying her frustration through vulgar sign language.

Dobby has a plan for that too, “Your fingers are sharp too, I see. You shall be dull, like a clawed kitten.” He snaps his fingers, and Bellatrix screams silently as her fingers melt painlessly into her hands, her hand into her wrists, and her wrists into her arms. Within seconds, her arms have dissolved completely into her shoulders, leaving her looking particularly bottom-heavy.

Bellatrix likes ****, but this? This is ****.