The sound of metal on metal revealed the opening to her cell, Bellatrix’s soft footfalls reaching her ears shortly thereafter. A wand tip was forced up against the nape of her neck as she knelt there on the ground, body shivering with the cold that invaded through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Bellatrix laid a hand upon Hermione’s bicep before pulling her gently upwards in more of a display than actual guiding, aware as the Witch was that Hermione had bent to their desires long ago. A whispered spell divested her of the nightgown as they moved off towards the cage door, eyes sparkling and questions springing to mind in wonder at what the Witch must have in store for her.