Dusk had spent many hours contemplating who exactly had done this to Beauxbatons. Though Beauxbatons had never shown any inclination of being on the dark side, the Dark Ones being mostly French meant that an attack against France made their blood boil. She grit her teeth and pointed her wand at a vase, watching as it exploded and whipping her wand in front of her to deflect the shards that had raced towards her.
And then it had hit her.
Her spies had spoken about how ridiculously smug and pompous Roxie had looked at the ball, and everything seemed to fall into place. Which was when she had announced to her Dark Ones that they were going to attack Germany, attack Durmstrang, attack all of them! Because they had attacked France!
This was how she found herself wandering down the busy street, hood drawn up to cover her face and her cloak billowing around her. She pulled out her wand and smirked, crying several spells and watching as shop windows exploded, ceilings caved in, and fires sprang up. One child screamed as the fire burned away her skin. "Oh what fun!" Dusk exclaimed.