"So then let me get this straight, you admit you knew of his proclivities? Of his little penchant for picking pockets?" A laugh tittered from her throat when she caught the looks of disgust now visible on all their faces, thin fingers scratching and scrabbling against the bars of her cell as she began to rock back and forth. She sighed into the maddening caress of His magic gently melding with Bellatrix’s, the combined weight of their displeasure sparking warmth between her legs. "Well if that’s the case then you fucked up, you magnificent arse. You and anyone else who knew are just as much at fault for his actions as he was. More even, in this case. You could have stopped it and chose to ignore it instead. Case," she slapped the bar beneath her hand as harshly as she could, meat on metal ringing out, "Closed."