// 028. [video]
[The Forge is off-kilter, the screen reflecting the corner of an ornate mirror, and of flickering lights. The shadow of movement repeats itself, accompanied by the sound of a low purr. A small sigh follows, and there's a moment more of nothing but this sound, until long fingers reach out to adjust the view.
Bellatrix is sitting on the floor in front of a large mirror that's yet to be hung, one knee up as her hand returns to petting the cat in her lap. The room behind her is mostly bare - halfcast and skewed with shadow.
A little ball of light skims the floor, but the cat only eyes it with passing interest.]
If ...one wished to make amends for their past actions...
...how might they begin if they cannot even remember what it was that drove them to do the things they did? The apology would still be sincere, wouldn't it?
Bellatrix is sitting on the floor in front of a large mirror that's yet to be hung, one knee up as her hand returns to petting the cat in her lap. The room behind her is mostly bare - halfcast and skewed with shadow.
A little ball of light skims the floor, but the cat only eyes it with passing interest.]
If ...one wished to make amends for their past actions...
...how might they begin if they cannot even remember what it was that drove them to do the things they did? The apology would still be sincere, wouldn't it?