Bellatrix whipped around the moment she felt the brush of magic fly past her, instinctively feeling her side for her wand, her hand closing around thin air. She thought of bringing it as a comfort, but she wasn't willing to take the chance of having it stolen.

Instead, she drew out her dagger, fully aware of how pathetic it was of a weapon against a fully-trained wizard. She cast her eyes around the darkness, alert for any signs of movement.

"I know you're there! Show yourself!"