This was ridiculous. Bellatrix was wasting her time, and if there was anything Bellatrix hated doing, it was wasting time. The girl wasn't going to do anything. She was scared. She was good. It didn't occur to her that the only thing she had anymore was time and she had that in industrial quantities.
"I understand. You're just like they are. You're too scared to act, too lazy. Too selfish. You're too comfortable with your perfect little existence where everything is comfortable. Perhaps it's a good thing she died. No one here cared about her. Including you."