A wave of fury and yes rather a lot of jealousy took over the Death Eater, a wave that would have only been sated with a Cruciatus Curse, but she stayed her hand, barely. The fury, the indignation. The sheer...astonishment, was clearly visable for any and all too see.
The plain little witch that was her Lord's mother had...hugged him, blatently.
But he had not seemed happy with it, and a dark madness came to her eyes as her fingers curled again around her wand as she expected fully to be allowed to hex the fool to oblivion.
But it was not to be. For a moment she shared a kinship with the snake Nagini. Couldn't understand her but at the same time, they tolerated each other. And neither approved of this intrusion.
But it was apparently to continue. The woman was to be given clothing. Well she wasn't getting one of her dresses. She would create something, something to suit her, plain, but not caked in the dirt and filth she seemed now to be.
"I will find something sutible my Lord" she said trying to keep her emotions out of her tone. "Will there be anything else you require" she asked stepping closer wanting some sign of his happiness with her, something, anything.