After giving Lucius a curt nod, Bellatrix stepped into the hall and stripped off her cloak. The elf squeaked something about about Mistress Narcissa's being in the drawing room -- she could never be too bothered with what a house-elf had to say -- and she acknowledged the creature's statement by nothing more than dropping her cloak atop him. She hoped he'd set a good fire in the drawing room, for despite the clear evening, her hands were chilled to the bone.

"I would say there was much more in today's Prophet than recent events," she said, smirking, as she made for the drawing room.