Bellatrix’s distinct, manic cackle rose above the rest, and she grit her teeth. She forcefully palmed her wand, barely resisting the urge to flinch, even from here in the shadows. The memory of lips pressed to the never-quite-healed scars flitted through her mind, as Tom whispered honey-sweet promises against her skin. As he vowed that one day, when they were reunited, she would finally be able to exact her vengeance on the woman who branded her. 