Who: Bellatrix and Voldemort Where: Black Hall When: December 1972 What: A Black Ball where she knows the Dark Lord will be Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Bellatrix had a plan. A plan she had been working on for weeks now that she prayed that would come to fruit tonight. Like everyone else she had heard the rumours of the Dark Lord on the raise but what she knew that they didn't is who he was- given who her father was that really wasn't all that surprising. They had been supporter's of the Dark for nearly as long as they had been around and that was a long time, it wasn't on a whim that they were called an Ancient house after all.
It was due to this that she knew the Dark Lord was going to be at their Christmas Ball that night, a ball as her father's heir she was required to attend. Not that she would have skipped it otherwise. While not many people would have thought it, she did enjoy those events but not as much as her youngest sister but that was beside the point. She needed the connections and this connection was one she would be willing to die for, that much she already knew.
Dressed in one of her finest dresses she made her way down to the ballroom where the ball was going on. Slipping in she started to mingle with the people in the room, talking to the most important people there, greeting her relatives and friends slowly working her way to the Dark Lord- not that people knew he was the Dark Lord of course. That would have ruined everything in her eyes. To them he was just a powerful, influential man.