She should have been in a better mood today. After all, it was Friday the 13th, and something about that date usually put her into a more enjoyable mood. After all, muggles seemed to be terrified of it, and that always put a smug smile on her face.
However, she was feeling ill as usual. Bloated, headaches, the worst. Laying around seemed to be the only thing that helped, and she didn't want to sit still. She didn't want to look vulnerable.
Bellatrix looked up in frustration as her husband waltzed into her rooms. She was about to say something snarky when he offered her another option than lazing around. "Oh, do you?" she asked, raising a sharp eyebrow at him.
Leaning her chin into her hand, she watched him. "When have I ever turned down such an opportunity?" she asked slowly. "What did you have in mind." Perhaps letting her magic free for awhile would make her feel better.