The dark lord's praises still echoed in your ears as you left the meeting hall, a sense of pride swelling within you. Your successful mission to capture a member of the Order of the Phoenix had impressed the dark lord immensely, earning you accolades from fellow Death Eaters who envied your accomplishment. As the buzz of admiration surrounded you, a familiar figure stepped into your path, blocking your way. It was Bellatrix.

Bellatrix's face was contorted with a mix of rage and jealousy. Her eyes locked on you, her gaze filled with a cold intensity. She had witnessed the accolades showered upon you by the dark lord and the other Death Eaters and was clearly not pleased.

"You" she spat, her voice sharp as a knife. "Just had to go and capture a member of the Order of the Phoenix, didn’t you?" Her tone was laced with contempt and obvious envy.

"Indeed, I did" you replied coolly, meeting Bellatrix's gaze without flinching. Your success had clearly struck a nerve with her.

Bellatrix's nostrils flared, her anger growing more intense. "And now the dark lord showers you with all the praises while I’m left in the shadows, barely recognized," she seethed, her words laced with bitterness.

"Perhaps you should focus on your own accomplishments instead of worrying about mine" you suggested coolly, a hint of challenge in your voice. You knew it would only fuel her rage further, but you couldn’t resist taunting her.

Bellatrix’s face twisted further into a sneer. “How dare you? You think you're better than me? Just because the dark lord applauded you for capturing a member of the Order. I could have done it too if I wanted to."

As Bellatrix continued to rant about her envy and feelings of inadequacy, it was abundantly clear that her anger was fueled by jealousy. She seethed with irritation and hostility due to your recent success, and it was clear that she wanted the same accolades and attention that the dark lord had bestowed upon you.