"The proper form for these things should always be observed. What good is ritual if it is disregarded?"
Bellatrix settled her mask on her face, closing her eyes to relish the familiar brush of the magics that held it in place. She was pleased when Xavier offered her his arm without prompting. So few of the lesser Death Eaters had any notion of proper manners. Once things had settled, she would have to see if she could weedle permission from her Lord to change that.
A timid little wretch of a house elf appeared to open the heavy front doors for them. "I shall let you Apparate us, Mr. Selwyn," she said grandly once they reached the boundary of the Apparation Point.