The noises coming from the other side of the door were slightly unusual. Not unnatural, but definitely abnormal for this place. Bellatrix pressed herself closer to the wall, listening to the soft grunts drifting through the crack in the door. Slowly, she positioned herself to get a better view through the crack.
What she saw took her breath away. Inside, The Dark Lord had his wand out. The pale wand gleamed under the flickering candle light. Bellatrix forgot to breathe as she watched his long slender fingers rub the shaft swiftly and powerfully as he polished it vigorously.