But when she eventually gave in their were members of the new Auror Corps waiting for her outside. Bellatrix Lestrange. Or Black, as Hermione was informed not even a second after the dead name passed by her lips. The older woman had merely pouted as if her game had ended too soon, all the fun sucked out of her day and disappointment clearly in her eyes. Hermione hadn’t cared a whit towards Bellatrix’s feelings or desires, no, she had only wanted to curl up on the ground and sleep.