Bellatrix raised her arm in the arm, wafting the conversation of the Malfoy's away as if it were an unpleasant odour. "I do hope you are right, for our sake as well as theirs." That entire family had always been nothing but loyal up until recent events, and she wondered exactly what had changed. Her husband may assume that Draco had more advantageous reasons for being in contact with Potter, but Bellatrix wasn't so sure. And was it simply their nephew trying to play them the fool, or was it that whole family as well?
Narcissa was all that remained of the true Black family, besides herself. There was a bond there that Bella had with no one else, and it would be a shame for it to go to waste. However, only time would tell.
It was then that Bellatrix noticed that her husband was watching her from above, and she raised a curious eyebrow at his expression. There was something behind it that she couldn't quite figure out, but he quickly turned the subject at hand to Mortimer, causing Bellatrix to let out a hiss. "Quite," she said shortly. "The world is immensely better off without the disgusting wretch." The little man's death had been prolonged and painful - Bellatrix had practiced far more self control than usual to make it so.
"As for hostages, no. Rabastan captured one particularly bold muggle to give to Fenrir as a gift. The rest were left to burn or use as decoration." She gazed towards the wall and past it, as if off into the distance. "Besides, after being around that much muggle filth, I was not too keen on bringing it home with me."