Bellatrix pulled away and looked into Hermione. Her name. Bella. Spoken in  a sweet a meaningful tone. She was unsure as to how to feel. She wanted to punish the girl for miss naming her, but the pure silky tone of it was reassuring, caring and genuine. She felt a warmth in her, and it was building like a genuine care. The dark witch couldn't allow this. Seeing hat Hermione was still trying to compose herself and otherwise wasn't fully conscious, She turned on the spot and went to leave, seeing her own sister sat at a desk reading, out of Hermione's view. The dark and blonde witch making intense eye contact with Bellatrix as she walked past her, barely acknowledging her existence. Narcissa put the book down, stood quietly and left after her sister. Anger red in her face.