Bellatrix coughed. She felt a taste of plaster in her mouth.
She opened her eyes, not sure what she was going to see.
Cold floorboards were covered with a thick layer of grayish dust. Rests of furniture were lying all around.
For a moment she contemplated the game of solar beams in broken fragments of a laboratory set, accompanied by a strangely high-pitched sound which seemed to be drilling into her brain. She tightened a grip on her wand. The memory of the last couple of minutes emerged from a pale blue mist, and that didn't make her feel better. She shoved her hair from her forehead and lifted herself on her elbows, analyzing the stimul