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She
sat
beside
her
sister
,
as
unlike
her
in
looks
,
with
her
dark
hair
and
heavily
lidded
eyes
,
as
she
was
in
bearing
and
demeanor
;
where
Narcissa
sat
rigid
and
impassive
,
Bellatrix
leaned
toward
Voldemort
,
for
mere
words
could
not
demonstrate
her
longing
for
closeness
.
"
No
higher
pleasure
,
"
repeated
Voldemort
,
his
head
tilted
a
little
to
one
side
as
he
considered
Bellatrix
.
"
That
means
a
great
deal
,
Bellatrix
,
from
you
.
"
Her
face
flooded
with
color
;
her
eyes
welled
with
tears
of
delight
.
"
My
Lord
knows
I
speak
nothing
but
the
truth
!
"
"
No
higher
pleasure
...
even
compared
with
the
happy
event
that
,
I
hear
,
has
taken
place
in
your
family
this
week
?
"
She
stared
at
him
,
her
lips
parted
,
evidently
confused
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
,
my
Lord
.
"
"
I
'm
talking
about
your
niece
,
Bellatrix
.
And
yours
,
Lucius
and
Narcissa
.
She
has
just
married
the
werewolf
,
Remus
Lupin
.
You
must
be
so
proud
.
"
There
was
an
eruption
of
jeering
laughter
from
around
the
table
.
Many
leaned
forward
to
exchange
gleeful
looks
;
a
few
thumped
the
table
with
their
fists
.
The
giant
snake
,
disliking
the
disturbance
,
opened
its
mouth
wide
and
hissed
angrily
,
but
the
Death
Eaters
did
not
hear
it
,
so
jubilant
were
they
at
Bellatrix
and
the
Malfoys
'
humiliation
.
Bellatrix
's
face
,
so
recently
flushed
with
happiness
,
had
turned
an
ugly
,
blotchy
red
.
