With a slight twist of her wand and a silent summoning charm, Millicent's wand had flown off the other woman's desk and into her hand before being quickly pocketed. No, she most certainly was not going to have a reprise of their last encounter.
And then Bellatrix, driven by ego and confidence, did something entirely reckless. Long, well-manicured fingers spread over her mask and hesitating for just a second, she lifted it off her face, revealing her identity to the would-be Minister as she let out a short, sharp laugh. It did not matter, Millicent had only minutes to live.
With her eyebrows raised and lips twisted into a sneer, she finally spoke. "And you believe I am the only one who fights for the Dark Lord? There are more of us than you even know. We are everywhere. In society, in your precious Ministry... The Dark Lord will prevail and our world will become as it should be, a world free of Muggles and Mudbloods. You could have been a part of it. Instead..." She had slowly moved closer and closer to Millicent's desk as she gave her little speech and now she raised her wand once again. Oh, she wanted to torture her, to punish her for the humiliation of their earlier encounter, of being forced to retreat. But even Bellatrix was capable of seeing the foolishness in that course of action. There would be no indulging of final requests this time.