log: Bellatrix and Peter. :D
Who: Bellatrix Black, Peter Pettigrew, and some innocent bystanders What: Voldemort would like to start a reign of terror. Bella is eager to comply with His wishes. Where: Hogsmeade, then the Lestrange Mansion. When: 27 August, evening. Rating: meh. high-ish. TORTURE. NUDITY. SEXUALISED ACTIONS. Ahem. That was your warning. Status: complete
Her Lord had told her to sow terror in Hogsmeade.
And so she did.
She slipped her black hood up over her face and Apparated to her location, the owl office. What better a place to sow terror than to wipe out communication? Bellatrix smiled from beneath her hood, pleased to see the place filled with people.
She wrenched open the doors to the office and fired the Killing Curse at the man behind the counter; it was quick, it was easy, and people reacted as Bellatrix had planned. Namely, badly. Someone tried to fire the disarming spell at her; she deflected it and fired another Killing Curse at the man. She could not be contained by their petty magic. By this point, everyone had ducked behind the counters, unable to leave, as she was blocking the door. Several peered their heads over the counters, and Bellatrix responded by firing the Killing Curse at their heads. Bellatrix didn't bother to consider if they'd ducked in time; either way, they wouldn't be peeking out again.
But the last curse she fired, she froze at. She recognised the man. Peter Fucking Pettigrew had peeked his head up, and Bellatrix had fired the curse at his head. A cold dread filled her when she realised what she had nearly done. Her Lord would have killed her on the spot for such foolishness. Hissing in frustration, and changing her plan on the spot, she backed outside, slipping into shadows.
The entire interaction had taken less than a minute, and Bellatrix knew Aurors would be arriving any moment. However, people reacted as Bellatrix had anticipated them to- they started pouring out the door. When she saw the flash of blonde hair safely out of the way (and heading her way- the throng of people had rushed in all directions and Pettigrew had been lucky enough to head her way), she fired the fiercest fire curse she knew through the door. Grabbing Pettigrew's sleeve as he passed by, she fired their Lord's Mark into the sky, and disapparated with him back to her mansion.
The entire incident had taken less than three minutes. The death count would not be as high as she would have liked- and certainly not as high as what her Lord would have pleased- but there had been at least two deaths, the shop destroyed, and the Mark fired.
She dumped Pettigrew on the ground when the arrived at the mansion, pointing her wand at his chest. "You fool!" she hissed, dropping her hood.