And Bellatrix had to admit that the young witch wore her body well, wore it like she was showing off a pretty dress; all her scars on display and maddened purpose tearing at all her edges. It made sense that when their Lord finally deigned to push against the fractured Light  she  would be there,  she  would be present to lead a charge that left her scooping up all those that she saw fit, taking bodies for testing and experiments that were dredged up from old notes written down by aged Necromancers and Mages of eras long past.