"Oh, I'm sorry. I assumed you had gotten used to it, forgive me," Bellatrix said politely, looking every bit as sorry as she professed to be. Inside though, she was tingling with anticipation.
If she wasn't so intent on waiting for maximum effect, Bella's smirk would've appeared again. Really, this girl was making it so easy. "Oh, that you had stolen from your mother, that he had regretted loving you...things like that, you can imagine."
So she was lying. She had never claimed to be a saint. In all honesty, she had talked to the Baron very little besides a greeting. But what did this little girl know? Bellatrix starting taking a few steps away, merely looking as though she was having a look around. She stopped though, once she was within reaching distance of the thick branch she had spotted.