Serpentes stared down at the ruined orbs, his silver and golden gaze terrifyingly hollow and angry. The loss of the Death Eater child's purophacy was of little consequence to him and he neither knew nor cared what the other two had been about... but his, the prophacy that he had gaurded for twenty-six long years, the prophacy that he still desparately needed, was now little more than glittering powder at his feet.
"You don't know what you have done!" He hissed in a low, broken voice as if the girl had just murdered his only child. His eyes glowed hauntingly in the dim light, his fragil form suddenly seeming more formidable though nothing seemed to have changed. "Has your father never taught you to think before you act, at the very least?!"
His rage boiled but his control never wavered once. His skin tingled sharply as he Shifted, crumpling in on himself to the floor. He rose again in only a matter of seconds, no longer a whithered old man but a sleek, coiling mass of glittering black-green scales. A serpent.
With a blood chilling hiss, he arched back his massive head, bareing milk white fangs that were as big as daggars. "Too many have warned you to teach your daughter her proper place, Tristan. Now she will learn the hard way." And with that, his head snapped forward, a mawfull of razor sharp teeth jerking down at the girl's direction in a fluid blur of motion.