“It’s an act.” Rodolphus said dully, his eyes tracing over the pieces left on the chess board. The simple game with his brother had begun to grow tiring. Especially since the other Lestrange’s attention was focused on something else.

“But she seems so nice around the Professors.” Rabastan’s said, his king moving to the first spot he deemed fit.

A loud shriek from the other end of the room drew in their attention. A first year girl had begun doing flips in mid-air, as Bellatrix stood on the armchair, twirling her wand around excitedly. Countless Slytherins cheered.

“Checkmate.” Rodolphus yawned.