Instead of disappearing in a huff of magic, Alecto sits and waits for Bellatrix to join her. There are a few words passed between them, but none of them manages to dredge from the witch just what she’s been working on, or why their Lord sees fit to leave her here, reprieved of all duty and responsibility. Bellatrix simply dives away from her questions, all her answers whispered in platitudes and half-truths that Alecto can sniff out only because she’s known the woman for so very long. She was there when Bellatrix told her first lie, and she figures that she’ll be there for the last. 