Sunday Morning, Main Dorm room 1: Letter to Voldemort/Phone call from Connor
Bellatrix sat at her writing desk, a scroll of parchment in front of her, quill in hand she began the letter.
I am making a most humble request hardly worthy of your attention I am certain but nonetheless a task that can only be handled by the most powerful of wizards.
I ask on behalf of my friend who has yet to hear of your greatness except off of my most unworthy lips. She believes, as I do, that one as great as yourself will be able to restore her to a body from the spirit she has become.
I am your most loyal servant, your most faithful. If my lord finds it in his favor to consider my request I will be even more in your debt for the kindnesses you have bestowed on me.
Bellatrix Black
Bellatrix read the letter over and over again. It was pleading but not annoyingly so. It praised where praise was intended and to a man such as her lord and master that was important.
She leaned back in the chair and hit the message button on her phone to listen to Connor's voice again.
I am making a most humble request hardly worthy of your attention I am certain but nonetheless a task that can only be handled by the most powerful of wizards.
I ask on behalf of my friend who has yet to hear of your greatness except off of my most unworthy lips. She believes, as I do, that one as great as yourself will be able to restore her to a body from the spirit she has become.
I am your most loyal servant, your most faithful. If my lord finds it in his favor to consider my request I will be even more in your debt for the kindnesses you have bestowed on me.
Bellatrix Black
Bellatrix read the letter over and over again. It was pleading but not annoyingly so. It praised where praise was intended and to a man such as her lord and master that was important.
She leaned back in the chair and hit the message button on her phone to listen to Connor's voice again.