Katrina-Carlotta stepped out of the shadows, alone with the dead. The battle had been a new experience for her. Sure, the witch had been involved in fights with others in the past, but never in a united front like the battle they had just won.
The woman felt an odd combination of satisfied and uneasy. Katrina-Carlotta hadn't fought like that in far too long, and while she had been deadly, the witch was far more rusty than she would have liked. The female would have to find time to work on that. It was a peculiar feeling, knowing that she had just fought along side people, trusting them not to curse her in the back. She didn't like Jack Dyllan, and by all means should have been worried that the redhead wished to strike her down in the midst of battle. Katrina-Carlotta hadn't spared that possibility a single though until now, something that unnerved her far more than the blood staining the toe of her boot ever would.
She'd lingered silently as Tremaine and Dyllan conversed, not wanting to join the conversation. It was possible that they'd known she was there, or perhaps the two of then had been too exhausted to realize. Either way, they hadn't called attention to her, and she was glad. The European was oddly overwhelmed. All the emotions and stress that she'd been burying for months had risen to the surface. Usually this was a good thing, for the woman would channel her anger into her spells. However her life had been different, as of late, and instead of anger other emotions had risen. Victorious and covered in blood of the enemy, Katrina-Carlotta had never felt so vulnerable.
Through the walls, the dark witch could hear the voices of Jack's people. She'd told them to loot the place, and that was what they were doing. Katrina-Carlotta's own Death Eaters had already left, a nod from her moments after the end of the fighting being all the permission they had needed. Trenton had gathered up the Dark Followers, and while the assassin hadn't seen it, Katrina-Carlotta would bet that the blonde had created a Portkey to get her students back to the castle. Katrina-Carlotta would probably be getting a letter from the Trenton within the next few hours, detailing injuries and losses. Normally she would be responsible for the calculation of such things, but the dark witch hadn't been paying enough attention. It was dangerous, allowing herself to get this rusty.
Voices increasing in volume as they drew nearer, Katrina-Carlotta ran a hand through matted hair, and disappeared back into the shadows.