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[lestrangestone]

[Hiss and slip of static as the room comes into lowlight focus through the Forge.

Ambient crackling, and behind it the rasp-dark breath of long suffering sleep. It is probably no accident that the Forge transmits - it seems to have started by itself - it's staticked transmission rising and falling in time and tune with the shadowed silhouette

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[Voice]

[eternalscorpion]

[How undisciplined.]

Which boy?

[video]

[lestrangestone]

[Where are all these ...unidentifiable voices coming from?! And why are they all so ignorant? And ...disrespectful!? Do they know who they are talking to---]

Which boy?! Harry bloody Potter, of course!

[Voice]

[eternalscorpion]

I'm afraid there's no one here by that name that I'm aware of, and it's unlikely your lord is here as well.

This isn't the world you're originally from, you see. You've been brought here to Anatole like the rest of us, presumably against your will.

[Pause. There goes Sasori's curiosity again.]

What's this boy done that warrants his death?

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[lestrangestone]

[Another exasperated, angry growl. Stop telling her things she does not want to hear!]

His very ...existence is a slap in the face of My Lord! Rabble-rousing, muggle-loving half-blood brat! He disobeys. He lies. He consorts with filth because he was born of filth. Arrogant, disgraceful little pup who does not know his place!

Which is underneath the heel of Lord Voldemort, naturally.

[voice]

[eternalscorpion]

...I see. I suppose we're quite fortunate not to have him here, then, as he sounds like an unpleasant little bastard.

[Never mind that Sasori has no idea what...muggles or half-bloods are. The woman certainly seems vehement about the matter.]

And I take it Lord Voldemort is who you owe your allegiance to?

[voice]

[lestrangestone]

[She settles somewhat. It seems that speaking about Voldemort calms her. Well, half the time it seems to.]

I am Bellatrix Lestrange, Lord Voldemort's most loyal servant and member of his order.

I am.

[Pffft. Severus. Useless after all.]

So. There truly is no trace of my lord ...here.

[That little sigh might be the beginnings of ...thoughts.]

Anatole. I have to say I've heard nothing of this place. How strange that is to me, that I would not know of it. Perhaps as strange as it is to me that it would not know of me. Might I ask your name?

[Well, he sounds more ...un-irritating than most of these other ...people. If they're even people at all. This one, perhaps Teresa, and the uninformed spirit. Yes, these three she doesn't immediately want to kill.]