It had been a long night – she figured it was night, at least, from how the overhead artificial lights dimmed throughout the entire city – that Bellatrix spent in the gardens.  Long and sleepless, to be frank; the odd crackling noises she had heard from Laelaps before had escalated into outright pops and snaps, the large dog whimpering in pain each time one sounded.  It took her a while to notice what had happened along with those noises:  it wasn't until she had stood and walked to a stream to get a drink of water that she noticed that the hound had actually grown so that his shoulder came almost to hers.  She had been shocked and horrified by the change; both of the lads seemed to pick up on that emotion, whining at her until she shook her head and coped with the surprise.  Besides that, Labrys' cryptic words to seek out the light of truth had been haunting her; she honestly didn't know where she could go to do so.