It was Bellatrix Black, Narcissa's older sister. She scanned everyone present with sharp vigilance, fixing a particularly warning glare upon those wearing masks.
What was she on guard against? Camelia was somewhat puzzled, but upon seeing the look of adoring obsession Bellatrix cast toward Voldemort, she began to understand. It was a warning directed at anyone who might potentially threaten her status.
"This is the correct choice." The cold voice from the high seat carried satisfaction, raspy and dry.
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