After slamming the door, dividing herself from Hermione. Bellatrix leant her back against the door to catch her breath before walking away. She had an anger inside her that built up so fast that bile started to rise in her throat. She had felt hatred like this before. She had to remember she had to follow this plan through for her dark Master. She needed an outlet to try and manage the anger bubbling inside her. Her first idea was torture. Torture someone to calm the pain. There were only a few people to choose from in the dungeons. She hadn't been given permission to cause any more harm on the prisoners within the walls so she had to get creative. The dark witch headed into the courtyard and paced through what looked like a battlefield of young training death eaters trying to practice spells on one another.