His threat was full of dark promises that had her stomach flipping up into her throat. It didn't help that she was already nervous about the upcoming match - now she had to worry about Lestrange sticking a knife in the back of her head when she was least expecting it. She chewed bit the inside of her lip and watched from the corner of her eye as he sauntered off. A sense of foreboding overcame her... she wasn't certain if it was about quidditch or Lestrange.