Bellatrix snickered lightly. "Your brother decided to line the town with decorated spikes, each carrying the head of one of the town's men. Other than that, perhaps a few bones from the fire we left behind." They had not left a single person breathing - they hadn't needed to. Rabastan's message was clear enough all by itself.
"The kill is never as satisfying without the challenge," she conceded, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm sure I will get my chance soon enough."
At the mention of Malfoy Manor, Bellatrix's features darkened. It was fortunate that she was now in a good mood, or she would have lost her temper again. "Unfortunately, no. By the time I'd even set things into motion, whatever was bothering Narcissa no longer seemed to be an issue. I am certain that Draco was hiding something there - what other cause would he have to specifically ward me out?" The whole thing was very peculiar and suspect.