"Pity." Bellatrix wondered, as she stared at the woman, if perhaps she blew on her hard enough, she might fall over. Had she had real lungs that used real breath, it would surely have worked. She glared and returned her lips to a more neutral position (a sneer).
It was then she noticed it. The woman had two souls on her. Bellatrix smiled. This was even better than she had originally thought. "She's dying," she told her, trying for a sympathetic look. Her lip was nonetheless twitching up at the fun she was having. "You can feel it. I know you can."