Bellatrix bowed so low her hair flopped over her shoulders and touched the floor, he could only imagine what grime it had scooped up as it swept the marble tiles like a weathered broom. Her usual attire of torn black lace hung from her slender frame in waves of fabric and tulle, making her look like a cloud of black smoke as she moved around the room. Draco took the offered seat with grace, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he did so, knowing he had very little choice in what happened from here.