When the doors below her finally opened to reveal Their return, she had flung herself at the bars of her cage with hands outstretched and grasping, hoping beyond hope that They were real, that They would favour her with some simple affection or even touch. Her cage had lowered towards the ground until she could see His red eyes darken with the knowledge that to her the absence had been Hell; His mind rapidly invading her own until all thought belonged to Him. Bellatrix had at least the good graces to look pleased with the events, smugly grinning and twisting where She stood,