"Mayfalk?" Unruly curls had fallen in front of her eyes, creating an almost sinister look to so young a child. She scoffed at the sound of his name. "Not only were you poorly named, for I never thought so disgusting a thing to have even worse a title, but you are also a liar!"
This was all some show to her. How incredibly dark could she get? All the world was a stage, after all. The only issue was Bellatrix adored this sort of acting. Nothing more invigorating. She had read so many books, idolised so many horrific human beings to the point of understanding the very way the spoke. It was the calmest of words, infused with complete class that sparked true fear.
The flash of Rodolphus' silver blade caught her attention. "Ahh," she cheered just above a whisper, leaning down to the creature at the same time. "Did you hear that, Mayfalk?" She perked back up to match Rodolphus' gaze, "He already lied. Cut off the tip of the thing." Just the tip. Give him a taste, so he could at least attempt to redeem himself.