An annoyed little frown dragged on her sharp features at the observation, and she wanted to turn to Severus, a snap ready on her lips ( resistance, what resistance? They’re all dead. They are all dead and gone and wiped from existence and— ) and then he mentioned another name. And her frown deepened. Gaze flickered around, and found… Well, not what she was looking for.
Panic. She managed to keep it off her features for the most part, except for the slight narrowing of her dark eyes. ❝ It seems to me that he may have figured out a way to sneak past the spells you put up, Severus, ❞ she noted, frown turning into a sneer. ❝ How did that happen—did something distract you? ❞
“This oversight is no fault of mine, thank you,” Severus hissed, hardly about to take the fall for her. Had he been working with Lucius today, he might have fallen for his leader, but not for Bellatrix. She’d never given him cause to be that kind of loyal. “The wards held – he must have had a portkey and a considerable well of cowardice.”
Stepping deeper into the devastated room, he did not look down as he strode over a small wrist, refusing to pin anything to his memory, refusing to follow the pale trail of flesh to find a face just as disquieting. Surveying matters, he gazed up the stairs and remarked, “Or we may be lucky, and our cohort kept him busy. If not – then I suggest you come up with some orders quickly, because if we don’t find him tonight, we’re all sunk.”
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