Bellatrix nodded, leaning back against the bed, allowing her body to stretch out. She was not used to feeling this weary. "It is the worst carnage we have left behind in our wake, other than perhaps the incident at Leicester Square. The message was clear, and I am sure they will." The Order and the Aurors were not good at subtlety, and they would show themselves soon enough. Especially after they found the mess she and her cohorts had left behind. "Little do they know that a fight is what we want," she mused, trailing her fingernails lightly down his chest almost absentmindedly.
"I don't think Lucius is concerned about much recently, other than his heath," she said, blinking a few times. The man had made himself incredibly scarce, and it was the only conclusion she had come to. Lucius was not one to hide, after all.
"Regardless, there was something going on there. If there is anything my sister would keep from me, it would be things concerning her son," she said heavily. She put a finger to her temple, tapping at it in annoyance. "Although Narcissa has already admitted to me once that Draco is friends with the Potter brat."