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Bellatrix Lestrange (foreverloyal) wrote in anon_rpg,

Unlike the other Bellatrix did not stand still. She could not. She always had problems attempting to remain immobile and, with the added anticipation that she would soon have muggle blood running down her fingers, she was even more impatient. She could only last so long without feeling the rush from riding the world of filth and she was now at the end of her tether. She would have preferred the task to be ordered by and for the Dark Lord, but she thought he would be pleased that they had eradicated more of the muggle filth from this world. Perhaps, if she showed him the memory, he would be impressed. However, she had to be careful. She could never presume the goings on in her Lord’s impressive mind.

Bella had yet to decide if she would abide by the wishes of the others and make it seem like the deaths had been caused by other muggles. She wanted muggles to fear them and, while she might enjoy piercing a knife through their flesh and watching the horror light their faces at a weapon they understood, she loathed the notion that she had to listen to what Macnair said.

She hated waiting even more.

"Is it time?" she hissed as she turned back from her pacing. Her voice was quieter than usual but only just. "I see no reason why we need to wait. They’re only muggles."