Comforted by her station and the abilities soon to be at her command, Bellatrix fell back into the present and the Weasel that perched next to her, ignoring the incessant tugging that had built up over the week. It pulled and ached but did not overcome, and no matter how longingly she stared out westward, she dared not leave. Her attention was honed onto maintaining her facade, building her skills, and the longing pull of whatever exactly was out there could wait.