Bellatrix paused when she saw that her prey was wearing a mask. She tilted her head on one side. "Do I have to throw this catch back into the pond?" she pondered.
Her lips curved in a delighted smile when she heard the masked man spit out her name. "Barty! Is it my little Barty come back to me?"
She flicked her wand, ripping the shoulder of his robes and cutting a little skin as well. When she saw her initials still burnt into his flesh she clapped her hands in delight. "It is you! Little Barty come back to play with his friends. Pity I'll have to tell the Dark Lord what a failure you've been!"