Any occasion upon which Bellatrix was deemed worthy of an audience with the Dark Lord could never be one that was met with any real frustration. Her fanatical devotion made it impossible for her to see even such instances as this, when she was dismissed immediately upon arrival, as a waste of time. Though Bella was undoubtedly always quite well put together, she had taken considerably more time to perfect her appearance before meeting Barty and the rest of her companions. The expression she wore did not hide the thrill she felt at the prospect of being in His glorious presence.
She felt breathless as the fire flashed and the image of him met her eyes, an obsessive and passionate glint filling them as she lowered her gaze reverently towards the floor. At his instruction, she nodded before taking it upon herself to initiate the introductions and stepping forward, leading Barty with a very delicate touch to his wrist. "My Lord, I have brought you Bartemius Crouch, Jr. He is a fifth year student and very loyal supporter of your illustrious cause," she said, the warmth in her voice something that was not typically present unless she found herself within eyesight of her Master. Her job complete, she stood back to watch her guest, confident that he would not disappoint her.