Bellatrix Black, Letter, 1971

[hismagdalen]

Name: Bellatrix Black
Format: Letter
Date: 30 December 1971
Relevance: Gives probable cause for the sudden and severe decline in Bellatrix Lestrange's mental health after the death of Regulus Black.

Comments

[favourite_son]

Don't you go making me wibble like that! And if I'm allowed to say such a thing about Bella, I think that her oath to protect him is absolutely adorable. :) *loves*

*sternly*
I can look after myself, cousin Bella. And Aunt will scold you if you make your feet dirty like that.

*quietly, with a small smile*
But do you really mean what you said?

[hismagdalen]

Bella does tend to get a bit carried away when she really cares. I imagine she was little better as a teenager than she was as an adult. *loves back*

I don't care if they scold me. I shall come and stand outside your window, and call for you until you come.

*she gives a quick, bright smile*
Every word of it.

I'm sorry they were so horrid.

[favourite_son]

*stubbornly*
I wouldn't go with you until you put some shoes on. You'd look like an urchin.

*sly glance*
Even the part about climbing trees?

*mouth turns down*
I'm sure they didn't mean to. It was probably brother's new friends. I bet they made him do it.

[hismagdalen]

And I wouldn't put any shoes on until you came with me.

*her lips twitch, but she nods seriously*
Especially that part. We could build a treehouse.

*she rolls her eyes and shrugs*
Whatever you say. And I'm sure the doxies had Narcissa under Imperius. Just come back. Or I shall dance with all manner of smelly, unpleasant boys at the Ball simply to spite you.

[favourite_son]

Mother really wouldn't be pleased if you were stood outside, barefoot and shouting.

*half smiles*
We could be King and Queen.

*wrinkles his nose*
Bella, you wouldn't! I'll come back, if only to save you from that. You promised the first dance to me, remember, and I shall hold you to it.

[hismagdalen]

I don't care! I'd do it anyway until you agreed to come with me. See if I didn't!

*she taps the end of his nose*
Lord and Lady of the Universe, if you don't mind.

*she looks away with mock indifference*
Well you know my fate if you don't come. *she flicks a mischievous grin at him* I might even kiss one of them.

[favourite_son]

*faint hint of teasing in his voice*
Perhaps I wouldn't hear you. Maybe you'd be stood there all day and all night, with cold feet.

*bats her hand away, smiling*
King and Queen of the Universe? Although I suppose you can be Lady, if you'd rather, but I think I'd like to be King.

*protests*
You will not! Uncle wouldn't be happy, and you'd probably catch some terrible disease, if they really were smelly and unpleasant.

[hismagdalen]

*she pretends to look hurt*
That's a horrid thing to say. I hope you would be satified with yourself when you came out of your house and found me frozen to death!

*she considers this for a moment*
No, I think I'd like to be Empress of the Universe.

*she shrugs*
Maybe Uncle wouldn't see! And I wouldn't kiss the really smelly ones. Just... the slightly whiffy ones.

[favourite_son]

*smugly*
I wouldn't be the one who's frozen. But perhaps I'd let you come in and sit by the fire until you melted, as long as you weren't dead and promised to wear shoes again.

*nods solemnly*
Yes. I think that's even better. And everyone would have to do as we say.

*firmly*
You would not. You'd have to smell them when you kissed them, and it would be disgusting.

[hismagdalen]

No you'd be the one who'd have my death on your conscience. And I'd make sure everyone knew that it was all your fault. And I told you: I wouldn't wear shoes until you came back with me. I wouldn't let a thing like freezing to death change my mind.

*she gives a small, teasing smile*
No, no, you wanted to be King. I'm the Empress.

I would! I'd hold my nose! So you'd better come to the Ball, hadn't you?

[favourite_son]

What would you do? Haunt everyone? And would you still want me to come back with you if you'd died? Because I don't know if I'd want to go with a ghost. Unless it was fun there, of course.

*beginnings of a pout*
But now I want to be the Emperor. *considers for a moment& Can I be both?

*pulls a face*
You can't kiss someone whilst holding your nose. It'd get in the way.

[hismagdalen]

Naturally. I'd drive people quite insane with how terrifying my hauntings would be. And if you let me die, you can be sure that it would be no fun for you at all. I'd haunt you most of all.

*she pretends to think*
Maybe you can be both. But I want to be Her Divinity, the Black Empress.

*she holds her nose and ducks in to drop a kiss on his lips*
See? I can manage it!

[favourite_son]

*considers this*
I don't know. It might be fun if you haunt me. As long as you didn't try and turn me insane, because I'm your cousin, and you're not allowed.

*nods solemnly*
Alright. It's a deal. I think it suits you, Bella.

*laughs, pulling a face*
But I don't smell! It doesn't count!

[hismagdalen]

But you're my cousin and you're willing to let me freeze to death. So I think, in return, I should be allowed to drive you mad. It's only fair.

*she nods, considering*
I think it does. I think I shall rule with a fist of iron. Within a velvet glove of course.

*she rolls her eyes affectionately*
No, silly! But it shows it's possible, doesn't it?

[favourite_son]

*presses his lips together as he thinks about this*
*grudgingly*
Alright. I won't let you freeze to death, and then you won't have to drive me mad.

*smiles*
Of course. You'll be the best Empress ever.

*shakes his head*
Not at all. I don't smell bad, and so it's not the same at all.

[hismagdalen]

*she nods smugly*
I'm so glad we've settled that.

*her tone becomes teasing*
You smell beautiful, Regulus... in fact, the fragrance is such that I would have to hold my nose when I kissed you simply to keep from passing out.