"The dear former sister of mine," Bellatrix said immediately, eyes narrowing and a formidable glint flashing inside them. "Yes, I heard."
Who exactly was this wizard? And why had he been so eager to follow her? In Bellatrix's mind she looked nothing like Andromeda, believing herself to be distinctive and, frankly, quite taller than the blood-traitor whore. Her wand hand relaxed but only slightly as she surveyed the man. He seemed vaguely familiar, as if she had seen him in a photograph years before but he was obviously not important enough for her to remember. With a tilt of her head she gave the impression she was attempting to read his mind - and as a learning Legilimens she actually was. The sooner she figured out this man's business the sooner she could take care of both him and the unfortunate wizard shopowner who was to meet his end that afternoon.