you better not let up without me

She could hear them sometimes, when they shouted and it echoed down to the basement. It was usually Bellatrix Lestrange, or one of the visiting Death Eaters. It was never clear enough to understand what they were saying though. Pity. She picked at the end of her sleeve, her jumper was starting to fray. She could barely tell with what little light came under the door at the top of