"I've heard a bit about your sister," she says, and watches the magic trick with a dull sort of observation only carried by the truly jaded. "It is a situation we have been officially appraised of."

And though she's a blunt, no-nonsense sort of woman, she's not going to sit in Narcissa's home and threaten her own sister. Especially not in the middle of the night, unannounced, with no foreknowledge of if it's even safe to speak of, here. Bellatrix Lestrange is on a short list at Hellsing, and it's not something entirely appropriate to go into with someone outside the small circle of particularly skilled agents.