"Hmm." Bellatrix only mused again with a curious tilt of her head. Then she climbed down and cut off Hermione's trousers as if she were fashioning them into summer shorts. Then Bellatrix flicked her wand and Hermione let out a cry with each slice along her thigh or her shin. More blood spilt from her, yet Bellatrix only watched as the crimson colour refused to change into anything else.