Bellatrix Lestrange looked out the window. A black sea stretched out before her. Many longed for something different to look at. Even a ripple in the waves would be welcome. Another dementor came to stand at the cell door even though it knew that the woman in there had no feelings left anymore. Every day, Bellatrix felt more of her sanity slipping away from her. She sketched a stick man in the ground and drew her long nail through it, splitting the crude drawing in half. She smiled. Hurting something made her feel better. A faint voice came through the wall. "Bella?" Rodolphus Lestrange whispered. "Yes Rolphy?" Bellatrix replied. "Oh. Just checking the dementors hadn't broken you down yet.
Bellatrix giggled. "But I was already broken Rolphy."