Bellatrix swept into the room, ignoring the scrawny little man with supreme indifference as she cast a spell that banished the dust and then another that transfigured a broken cane chair into something elegant and suitable for her person. She sank into the chair, her skirts settling around her in graceful folds. Only then did she turn her pale eyes on the weedy creature that she had spared on a whim.
"So, Mr. Cadwallader" she said primly, "you have shown the good sense to do as you were told. That is just as well. If I had been forced to come looking for you, neither you nor you family would have like the consequences. You may now attempt to convince me to continue to spare you."