The changes were almost unnoticeable at first. Small moments where the scent of man would fade into coals and embers and burnt pine. Moments where her ears seemed to deceive her, stretches where Bellatrix could barely notice the faintest glow of a darker voice. Unbidden and unwanted moments where she could feel a slickness settle between her legs and a heat long-abandoned flare to life in the pit of her abdomen.