Seleana's blonde hair flashed in bright waves of light as she exited the building and found herself a spot in the sunlight an settled down. She was furious and wondered why she had allowed herself to be so goaded into it. Maybe it was the reverent way that some had been speaking of the Carrows, Amycus and Alecto. 

How could anyone hold in such high regard those two cowards? The brother an sister team that had tortured students here at Hogwarts and in the end proved so useless that they had accomplished nothing of any worth unless you counted their activities sweeling the ranks of Dumbledor's Army. 

Her Grandparents told her about how the Death Eaters were hypocritical buffoons who stood for Pureblood hegemony while their ranks were speckled with half bloods in positions of power; that even their Dark Lord was a half blood. Tom Riddle who'd called himself Lord Voldemort in an attempt to give himself an air of false importance was merely a powerful pretender a half blood. His mother had to bewitch his father Tom senior into marrying her because Merope was so repulsive a personality. So that basically their whole society was based on lies which wasn't so surprising considering how dishonest was their beginnings.

Shaking off such thoughts she produces her wand as if she wills it to her fingers and begins twirling it between her fingers as she recites to herself a poem taught by her grandmother Hecate.. 

[B] Dancing fingers hear my song, weaving wand to spin along
Words of power to match my will, guided by wisdom an crafted with skill
I bend the arcane to match my desire, control the elements water, earth, air and fire.
A witch am I and magic my art, and to it's tune does dance my heart[/B]