Draco Malfoy: What's wrong with his face?
Bellatrix Lestrange: Yes, what is wrong with his face?
Scabior: He came to us like that, something he picked up in the forest I reckon.
Bellatrix Lestrange: [to Hermione] Or ran into a stinging jinx. Was it you deary? Give me her wand, we'll see what her last spell was. Ah ha, I got you. Ha!