Who: Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix. Where: The Hogs Head. When: Ten at night! Why: They have business to discuss and things to do. Rating: TBA Status: Closed/unfinished
Bellatrix walked through the pebbled streets, her shoes emitted a noise as they hit the ground, sending out a echo. Her arms were folded and a pout rested on her lips. WHY was the Lord intrigued? Was she doing the right thing? Now Bellatrix was never one to be jealous of any woman, her ego and confidence were too high but the mere thought, just the PINCH of thought that allowed a image of her not being one of the favored? Oh it boiled her blood.
But off she was to the Hog's Head where she was to meet the Dark Lord. She would go through with her intentions of bringing the girl in. She had already spoke it to the Voldemort, she had to see it through. Besides, it wasn't like she'd become an overnight favorite. Bellatrix would still have to train her. Okay so maybe she was a little... Her stomach churned at the thought of admittance. Though she didn't speak aloud, the sick rose in her throat and her hand came to rest of her stomach. Maybe she was a little.. A tiny... A microscopic... A amoeba... A speck envious. The girl was a lot younger, not worn by the harshness of prison. Had brilliant determination, something that again, Bellatrix hated to admit, partially admired.
Though she tolerated Cissy, Bellatrix did not get along with most women. Homemakers... Trophies to their husbands. Fragile, snobby, posh, fools. Bellatrix refused that life, she wanted more and she fought for it. Of course she was 'proper' in her marriage. She was, after all, a well raised pure blood witch who knew her place within a home and a marriage, though she didn't seem helpless like the others and she put her foot down and had her say when she had enough of Rodolphus playing King of the Castle. Other than that, she was affectionate toward her husband, but on the field? On the field he was just another Death Eater who got no more than a glance from her when they were facing each other. Her true devotion and loyalty was to Lord Voldemort and to have that threatened? Well... It would never happen.
She entered the building, being a bit early than what the time was given. Bellatrix would not allow her Lord to wait so she made sure she was always prompt with him. She moved in, pulling back her cowl and seen the eyes on her. She loved it, she loved the attention, the fear. How when she looked at the patrons, their heads bowed, many trying to coolly make a early exit, unsure of her purpose there but they knew enough to know that they did not want to get caught up in what business she had.
She allowed them to go with only a snicker of satisfaction, finding a secluded table to seat. Her left leg raised to rest on the table as she waited, of course when the Lord arrived, she would sit properly in front of him. Her eyes stared at the bar maid who nervously made her way over.
"Would you like to try the house special? It's late but we-" "How special is it?" Bellatrix asked, her brow arching as the girl seemed dumbfounded. "I don't eat muck. If you're required later, I'll call you over." She watched as the girl moved back behind the bar and sighed, deciding to fix herself early from her relaxed position, wanting to look perfect for the Lord when he arrived.