And so she fell in step behind Bellatrix’s long strides. Her body had been clothed in the visage of humanity and a robe that mirrored all her Mistress’s favourite colours. Black, a few hints of green, some patterning with silver thrown in as a highlight. It was simple really. Nothing so bold as to not remain inconspicuous and bolstered by her remaining at Bellatrix’s side with mouth well shut. Her eyes cast downwards towards where she belonged. Her presence subdued and empty, all the winding lengths of thread that filled her soul clipped off to remain unnoticed.