How strange. The surprised look clearly registered on her face, but the woman's words gave an air of nonchalance. She was a Gryffindor, Bella reasoned, and they were known for such things, putting on a face when they were afraid. Black fingernails drummed idly along the back of the chair across from Miss Longbottom as Bellatrix examined her, wondering what it had been like. She had tortured this woman and her husband to the point of insanity. How long had it taken? How much pain? Did she make the other watch while it happened? Probably.
"Do I make you uncomfortable?" she asked, a small smirk forming as she continued to examine her curiously. How much older would she have been when it happened? Surely not much.