Bellatrix was ill amused by Rodolphus' demeanor, and she was trying nothing near hiding it as she frowned and put a hand upon his shoulder. Her hip jutted out, a hand going onto it as she raised her head just so, as if literally trying to put her nose into the air. "Rodolphus, either attempt to be pleasant, or go into another room and amuse yourself. There are things to be done- the Dark Lord must be put into power here in Lockewood, and it seems that we have been joined by friends here. Between yourself, Lucius, your brother and myself I believe we can aid our Master," she said, purposefully leaving Narcissa out of it.
"People are disgusted with Skeeter, it's obvious. They should revel in having a new head of Lockewood, and who better than the man who will take over England? And then Lockewood will be purified in fire when we burn the houses of the mudbloods down. Even you in this... mood of yours must appreciate the idea of a little mayhem at the expense of the lesser witches," she said, the final word dripping with contempt. A mudblood a witch. Ha! The liar in her journal would go first.