Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2014 5:01:14 GMT
if your blood is to be on.
my hands it better be pure.
The harsh light of the sun moving in through the window indicated that it was probably just after lunch time, but she'd hardly noticed it had gotten so late. Bellatrix hadn't expected to see his face come through her office doors. She had hardly seen her husband in a month. They really had it nice now. They had money to spend, a lavish house. She could buy all of the designer robes, and pay for a stylist to manage her mane of curly hair. Her teeth had been cleaned and she looked...well, she looked presentable. The tinges of Azkaban had been washed clean, and the only stains left from it were the ones in her mind. Her appearance had become remarkably better since her lifestyle had improved under the service of the Dark Lord.
Those that thought him to be anything but generous were certainly given a hard look by the Death Eater. He had given her and Rodolphus so much, and the life they lived was finally that of what purebloods were entitled to. She had even been able to reclaim her family's property on Grimmauld Place. It was not only a home once owned by her aunt and uncle, who where big supporters of the Dark Lord, but it had been a symbol of the resistance. The home had been used by the Order, but it didn't take much for Voldemort to reclaim it for her, and return it to the proper ownership.
Her family would have died had they known the filth that took shelter in the walls. After a bit of renovation and some cleaning it became fit for purebloods again, and become livable by their standards. Getting the Black home back had certainly been a thorn in Harry Potter's side, who had been left with it in Sirus' absence. But who was that blood traitor to give away their home? Walburga Black would have rolled over in her grave if she'd known that her son had not only betrayed them, but gifted their home and all of their family heirlooms to a bloody half-blood who tried so hard to destroy the Dark Lord.
When her eyes fell on her husband she had a bit of a confused look on her face. Bellatrix hadn't expected to see him, but even more so she wondered why he was there. Her first thought was that the Dark Lord must have sent him there because they were being asked to do something for him. Most of her thoughts circled around to Voldemort. He had her loyalty in just about every way. In all the years she'd been married to Rodolphus, she'd never been ashamed to be his wife - and yet she didn't know how to really love anyone. It was as if she wasn't equipped to feel such weak emotions. But, beneath all of that, she did feel some amount of loyalty to him. After all, he was the man that Bella was walking through life with. Outside of the Dark Lord, he was the one consistent person in her life. She could count on him, no matter what situation presented itself to them.
"Well, look what the Hippogriff dragged in," she gave him a vague smile, continuing on with skimming the most recent report on suspected muggleborn children. They didn't go out an slaughter children, although Bella herself would have no qualms with such a thing, but they kept them on file and continued to monitor them. They were to be discouraged from discovering the wizarding world by all means, but they still had to keep the muggle around them from figuring it out. "It's been much too long, husband. It seems as if I can hardly remember the last time I saw you, can I?" although her words sounded flat, there was still a not of indignation at that fact.
They'd both been busy, mind you, but they still shared a bed. Well, the nights they were home, anyways. "One might have thought you had died and no one told me," she added, her nose turned up and her eyes focused on the paper, as if to signal her unhappy mood regarding the length of time they had not seen each other. Bellatrix would never admit out loud that she missed him. Her controlled anger and having been isolated from him recently was as close as he would ever get to such an admission.
Those that thought him to be anything but generous were certainly given a hard look by the Death Eater. He had given her and Rodolphus so much, and the life they lived was finally that of what purebloods were entitled to. She had even been able to reclaim her family's property on Grimmauld Place. It was not only a home once owned by her aunt and uncle, who where big supporters of the Dark Lord, but it had been a symbol of the resistance. The home had been used by the Order, but it didn't take much for Voldemort to reclaim it for her, and return it to the proper ownership.
Her family would have died had they known the filth that took shelter in the walls. After a bit of renovation and some cleaning it became fit for purebloods again, and become livable by their standards. Getting the Black home back had certainly been a thorn in Harry Potter's side, who had been left with it in Sirus' absence. But who was that blood traitor to give away their home? Walburga Black would have rolled over in her grave if she'd known that her son had not only betrayed them, but gifted their home and all of their family heirlooms to a bloody half-blood who tried so hard to destroy the Dark Lord.
When her eyes fell on her husband she had a bit of a confused look on her face. Bellatrix hadn't expected to see him, but even more so she wondered why he was there. Her first thought was that the Dark Lord must have sent him there because they were being asked to do something for him. Most of her thoughts circled around to Voldemort. He had her loyalty in just about every way. In all the years she'd been married to Rodolphus, she'd never been ashamed to be his wife - and yet she didn't know how to really love anyone. It was as if she wasn't equipped to feel such weak emotions. But, beneath all of that, she did feel some amount of loyalty to him. After all, he was the man that Bella was walking through life with. Outside of the Dark Lord, he was the one consistent person in her life. She could count on him, no matter what situation presented itself to them.
"Well, look what the Hippogriff dragged in," she gave him a vague smile, continuing on with skimming the most recent report on suspected muggleborn children. They didn't go out an slaughter children, although Bella herself would have no qualms with such a thing, but they kept them on file and continued to monitor them. They were to be discouraged from discovering the wizarding world by all means, but they still had to keep the muggle around them from figuring it out. "It's been much too long, husband. It seems as if I can hardly remember the last time I saw you, can I?" although her words sounded flat, there was still a not of indignation at that fact.
They'd both been busy, mind you, but they still shared a bed. Well, the nights they were home, anyways. "One might have thought you had died and no one told me," she added, her nose turned up and her eyes focused on the paper, as if to signal her unhappy mood regarding the length of time they had not seen each other. Bellatrix would never admit out loud that she missed him. Her controlled anger and having been isolated from him recently was as close as he would ever get to such an admission.
0738! rodolphus! ministry! wearing!
@rodolphus
