"This stays between us." She said, and continued down the hall silently. Hermione listened to the woman's heels become faint, before pulling herself away from the cold stone. She stood for a moment, the only traces left of Bellatrix's presence being her own ousting, her torn clothes and the faded scent of smoke and wine. A mirror stood to her left, her head naturally turned to see her reflection. She walked sheepishly to it, trying desperately to fix her clothing in her reflection. Her mind was flooded with confusion, passion, abandonment, relief and a cacophony of anger.