“Why have you brought me here? You know I abhor the sun, Rodolphus,” Bellatrix demanded. They were sitting on an isolated patch of sand near the beach where the young couple resided, and Mrs. Lestrange’s mood was at odds with the beautiful weather.

Rodolphus sounded bored, but there was a crease between his raven eyebrows. “You’ve been spending too much time in those meetings, Bella. Let us men take care of it all. You don’t belong there.” It’s not safe, he wished to add, but refrained.

Bellatrix’s tone was deadly when she replied, “That’s where you are wrong, Rodolphus.”