"Lav?" Bellatrix repeated, glad to be out of that room at last. She had followed something up here. What that was exactly, she didn't know, but this felt like the place to be. If there was such a thing as a place for someone who wasn't technically being. It was interesting to find out what the Gryffindor rooms looked like after so long not wondering. "Is Lav supposed to be the slab of bloody meat on the front steps? Because no, I'm not her."