Who: Bellatrix Lestrange, Millicent Bagnold, NPC Bagnolds When: Monday night Where: The Bagnold town house in London What: Bellatrix is sent on a mission Rating: Violence Status: In progress
Four days with Narcissa in Greece had been pleasant enough, but there was only so long that Bellatrix could simply sit and attempt to relax before she started to contemplate the merits of climbing the walls. So when the Dark Lord had summoned her shortly after her return and entrusted her with tonight's assignment she had been both properly honoured and quite grateful for something to occupy her restless hands. This was the proper way to end a holiday, she thought with a smile that went unseen behind her mask as she stood outside the London town house of none other than Millicent Bagnold, blood traitor, candidate for Minister of Magic and consort to Albus Dumbledore. Any one of those facts would have been reason enough to see her head upon a platter as far as Bellatrix was concerned.
She knew that she would have to move quickly, but that was hardly a concern. Her eyes roamed over the house one final time, mentally noting the lights that were on and trying to assess the layout from the outside before raising her wand. In a matter of minutes the wards were down (although there was a slight nagging thought in the back of her mind that it had been a little too easy) and she was slipping quietly through the front door. Creeping was hardly her preferred way to make an entrance but in this instance, it seemed advisable. As confident as she was - and she did have every faith that she would be able to easily deal with the Millicent Bagnold - she was at least cognisant of the fact that the woman was likely to make a semi-respectable opponent.
Following the sound of voices led her easily to the sitting room where Millicent was taking tea with her sister and brother-in-law and Bellatrix hesitated for only a moment before stepping into the doorway. Before the Bagnolds could even react to the appearance of the masked and cloaked figure in their home, Bellatrix had her wand trained upon the man. "Avada Kedavra," was the only greeting she offered as the green glow of the killing curse filled the room.