RP: Gloating...and a Fever?
Date: 18 March 2006 Characters: Bellatrix Lestrange Location: Lestrange Manor Private/Public: Private Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Death talk, massive smugness Summary: Bellatrix is feeling a bit full of herself over the news of a couple Aurors' deaths. (Just don't remind her that the pox wasn't her idea...at least for now)
Bellatrix Lestrange sat back in one of the comfortable armchairs in her study, reading through a few of the reports she'd received from her several Hogsmeade contacts.
The news she had gotten back couldn't have possibly been sweeter - at least two prominent Aurors were already dead (Kingsley's name had gotten her attention back from when Voldemort had been in power). But the icing on the cake was the news that Minerva McGonagall was actually in a coma, and had been for more than a number of days. Bellatrix couldn't help but snicker at that news, and wondered just how long it would be before the old hag finally just did everyone a favor and died with the others.
Bellatrix snapped her fingers, barking orders at the house elf that appeared, and was quickly provided with a celebratory glass of firewhiskey, which she began to knock back with infinite smugness.
Her husband had quite outdone himself this time, and his plan was so far going off without a hitch. Give the disease a bit longer to simmer, and an attack on Hogsmeade would mean the end of the war and the beginning of their rule over the wizarding world. It was almost too easy, but the prize would be delicious when it was finally hers.
Drinking the last of the liquor in her glass, Bellatrix slid her forearm across her forehead, finding moisture there. She made a grimace and hissed a few cuss words before standing to find out why the hell it was so bloody hot in the manor.