Some of the child's blonde hair was in her face. It was apparent to Bella, how night and day different she was from the Abbott girl, how every aspect of them, from their personalities to their appearance to their wishes, couldn't be more different. She wasn't sure if it made things easier to handle or not, if she should console herself that Rodolphus had kissed her complete opposite, or want to murder him for acquiring a new taste in women.
"Then you should go home. Pretty little children such as yourself should have what you want, after all." Her words were dripping with sarcasm, but they were just words. With her decision made, she couldn't touch Hannah, couldn't lash out at her for fear that one action would lead to another and another until she couldn't stop herself from ending the seemingly innocent young woman.
She turned to Yaxley, her mouth set in a grim line. "Yaxley, I want you to get her out of here, now. Get her home, and Abbott?" She turned, giving Hannah a mild glare, because she was too mentally exhausted to muster much else. "Make sure that when they ask you, as I'm sure they will, how you escaped your evil bitch of a captor, you tell them that Bellatrix Lestrange was the one to save you. Tell everyone how much mercy I showed you, and how Rodolphus Lestrange..." she cut herself off with a sharp, strangled sound, unable even now to degrade her husband's name in front of the Mudblood and one of their own Death Eaters.
"Get her out of my sight, Yaxley, the next time I come into this room I want it empty." Turning sharply, Bellatrix started for the door.