Draco hid the Diary in his robes as the two of them headed for the west wing. When they were close they heard two girls screaming as Bellatrix and Amycus laughed. They knew these screams well. They were often of prisoners or muggles who’d been captured as fair game. Their footsteps slowed as they cleared their minds and put a practiced look of disinterest on their face, they looked at each other nodded and opened the door.