She remained silent while observing the new arrival and kept quiet even when the tense pressure of Bellatrix’s claws poked through her skin. Basked beneath a sudden outpouring of magic when her Mistress made some decision or another, skin turning to gooseflesh and something warm and silken falling into the pit between her legs. It wasn’t very often that Bellatrix would display herself outside of their little home. An overt display of power was a swift method of alerting the Ministry, but here it seemed that Bellatrix wanted to put on a show. Hermione remained quiet, waiting on instruction, her collar a constant presence against her neck and tighter with every second. 