Bellatrix had been antsy for something more akin to real action than her last little bout of dicussion she and Rodolphus had been commanded to have out in the hills of this same muddy little town. That the night's action was to put her up against the self-righteous Dumbledore and his ridiculous excuse for Professors almost made up for things.

That Rodolphus hadn't been called into the fray only made it all the better. She had, as the group arrived, masked, at their initial location, watched for the tell-tale swagger and way that her betrothed's robes hung on his body; the absence of him and the appearance of her sister's betrothed had leant a certain amount of swagger into her own steps.

Bursting through behind another Death Eater of whose identity she was unsure, her wand flicked up and from her tongue rolled her particularly favorite unforgiveable - she saw no reason to play about with lesser words - her aim being thrown at one of the Aurors.

"Crucio!"