The figure jumped at her voice and looked up through his messy silver hair. It took Hermione a moment to realise the dirty, ragged old man was Olivander. A shadow of his former happy and confident self. "Are you ready to tell us where that little wand of yours is located?" Bellatrix's voice was stern and harsh. She left no room for error. He looked up at her but barely made eye contact before his croaking voice replying.