Bellatrix was Mad. Hermione had known it before, knew it more now, and still, she had tried her best to appease her Lord and Lady. She avoided the electrical shocks whenever she could, her body at the minimum was strong enough even then to let her hop from place to place among the upper reaches of her cage. That day of playing fowl had been the only time she received that punishment, and it had become Bellatrix’s favourite taunt even years later.