Oh, and Bellatrix will tend to her education - considering the source of her own, who better to teach? But there's a time and a place, even for Bellatrix, and right now other matters have taken precedence.

"The wretchedness, yes. We'll see to that in time. For now.." her tone itself speaks volumes of her distraction, but it's her expression that holds all of the weight. It's almost reverent, the way she gazes upon the Mark, even if it's only her own, even if it's not signifying anything greater - yet.

She presses her wand to it, suddenly. The searing pain that accompanies the action doesn't so much as register, but her eyes are already scanning the space around them, expectant.

There must be others - and they would be insane, to do anything but come.