"You’re the one who blessed it?" the phantom asked her, the voice ringing out against Bellatrix’s ears and at the same moment seeming to explode from within her mind. Sharp teeth exposed themselves to the air in a vicious smile, the head of the creature before her cocking towards the side. She leaned in, Bellatrix leaned back, aggression and passion so painted on her that it may as well have been a neon Muggle sign. "What?" it questioned her further, voice a purr and so low that Bellatrix couldn’t rightly even call it a voice. "You’re not going to run? Most of them do. Haven’t had someone stick around in ages, and those Muggles were so very hard to tease. It’s not easy seeking worshipers when they can’t even see you."