Blaise draws in a sharp breath as Morticia Zabini gracefully uncurls herself from within the boggart. She’s wearing her red-tinted lipstick with a matching red gown, steel-toed boots finishing the seductive look. Blaise stumbles backward as the woman’s predatory gaze latches on to him. She stalks closer to him, hips swaying with every click of her boots.
“You think you’re safe from me, don’t you?” The woman shakes her head as if the thought is too amusing, a dark smile taking over her face, “You think you’re better than the rest of them? Just because you're my son?”
Blaise raises a trembling wand and cries out, “Riddikulus!”
Mrs. Zabini’s face abruptly transforms from amusement to a murderous rage. She raises her wand, “I should have done this a long time ago, Blaise. AVADA-”
Blaise closes his eyes as a voice shouts out and his mother disappears, a miniature moon taking her place.