Her lips curved into a slight smile and she stepped into his home. Truthfully, she had knocked because it had seemed improper not to, even with her frequent comings and goings. Bellatrix might have been lacking in a great many things, but manners had practically been bred into her along with a firm hatred of anyone who had less than pure blood.
“Thank you, Lord,” she said quietly, turning to him once she’d entered, “You requested my presence?”
Light eyes gazed easily to him, and she stood taller just for being in the same room with him. She reached to unclasp her cloak, fingers expertly unhooking the garment and folding it over her arms as she waited for whatever explanation he might give her.