Bellatrix spun litherly on her toes, the heel of her boot squeaked ominous on the marble floor. "Take him to the dungeons." She barely spared a glance at Harry as she flicked her hand towards the open doors. Her eyes were trained on Hermione’s head, one might even say their hair were of equal tamability, framing their faces with light and dark curls. It was her tell, she was recognisable based purely on the honey brown curls that shot out in every direction. 