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Characters: Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange
Location: Malfoy Manor
Date: March 25, 2002
Time: Early afternoon
Rating: PG-13
There weather was fair when Bellatrix apparated outside Malfoy Manor, the light breeze picking up the spirals of her partially tied back hair. Passing through the gates and up the walk, she adjusted the uncharacteristically high collar of her dress. She was hoping to see her nephew for a moment, and reasoned she could forgo a plunging neckline in the middle of the afternoon. She'd seen The Prophet article - most decidedly not the way she preferred to hear about significant family events.
Bellatrix could only muse how Lucius was dealing with the ordeal - how could he live with himself if he was so unable to protect his family. Truth be told it was the only thing she required of him, that he manage to keep Narcissa and her son safe. For Narcissa's sake, Bellatrix hoped that she didn't cross paths with Lucius as she was uncertain she could remain civil. The man was in serious need of a lecture, and if it weren't for that infernal device shackling her wrist, perhaps a serious lashing as well. Despite her annoyance she adopted a serene expression of indifference. No use adding to Narcissa's worries over her husband's follies.
It was funny how enjoyable she found the mundane task of knocking on the large door before her. It had been far too long. And the longer Bellatrix spent moving about of her own free will, the stronger her resolve to never be incarcerated again. She expectantly awaited the little house elf to open the door.
Location: Malfoy Manor
Date: March 25, 2002
Time: Early afternoon
Rating: PG-13
There weather was fair when Bellatrix apparated outside Malfoy Manor, the light breeze picking up the spirals of her partially tied back hair. Passing through the gates and up the walk, she adjusted the uncharacteristically high collar of her dress. She was hoping to see her nephew for a moment, and reasoned she could forgo a plunging neckline in the middle of the afternoon. She'd seen The Prophet article - most decidedly not the way she preferred to hear about significant family events.
Bellatrix could only muse how Lucius was dealing with the ordeal - how could he live with himself if he was so unable to protect his family. Truth be told it was the only thing she required of him, that he manage to keep Narcissa and her son safe. For Narcissa's sake, Bellatrix hoped that she didn't cross paths with Lucius as she was uncertain she could remain civil. The man was in serious need of a lecture, and if it weren't for that infernal device shackling her wrist, perhaps a serious lashing as well. Despite her annoyance she adopted a serene expression of indifference. No use adding to Narcissa's worries over her husband's follies.
It was funny how enjoyable she found the mundane task of knocking on the large door before her. It had been far too long. And the longer Bellatrix spent moving about of her own free will, the stronger her resolve to never be incarcerated again. She expectantly awaited the little house elf to open the door.