"ah, bacon. my favourite". came a uniquely recognisable voice behind both women. Hermione chuckled slightly. this was the most human she had felt around these women. she could tell it was some form of them trying to reassure her, but it wasn't as much of a forced act as she had expected. Bellatrix parched herself at the table, picking at different food items, lazily forking them onto a plate before laying the plate in front of her. "we eat, gather everyone and leave". she spoke seriously for a moment, before returning to groaning in appreciation at the food she was shovelling into her mouth. Bellatrix always had this kind of contradiction in character. she was sat in a particularly upright and polite posture, but was shovelling food into her mouth like she was a feral beast. 