Who: Bellatrix Black and Tom Riddle (Voldemort) What: A New Year's Eve party for important Purebloods and others When: December 31, 1968 around 10 p.m. (?) Where: Black manor Rating: TBD
Bellatrix loved parties, but Narcissa was the one who could charm everyone she set her sights on. Bella preferred to be left her own devices and according to her mother, that left much to be desired. It wasn't that she was rude, it was just that very few things grasped her interest.
She wandered out to the balcony, carrying her glass of wine with her. She'd slid past the Lestrange boys earlier, casting sly, suggestive glances their way, but she was only interested in one guest tonight. She'd seen him earlier - a man that was old enough to be her father. Still, there was something about him - the power that she could feel coming off him in waves as he walked past.
Her eyes wandered over the grounds before she tilted her head back to look up at the night sky. She closed her eyes, letting the sounds of the party drift to her ears and the cool night breeze brush her hair over her face.