Bellatrix Black (bp_bellatrix) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-06-22 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 06, character: walden macnair, dead character: bellatrix lestrange |
RP: Bella and Walden
Who: Bellatrix, Walden
Where: Lestrange Manor
When: June 22 (evening)
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Bella and Walden celebrate their victory
Bella adored this new life. She could walk anywhere she wanted and people cowered in her presence, she could play with the Cruciatus, spend time with her baby sister (make sure she was kept in check) and help create the new laws that needed creating. All for the glory of the Dark Lord. Now, finally, she was acknowledged as his most trusted, his most loyal. She even had the title to prove it. Chief warlock of the Wizengamot. She liked it.
The girl hanging from the ceiling in the great hall of Lestrange manor, was not as thrilled about the changes. She was a Muggle, sister of a mudblood they'd put in Azkaban, but most importantly she was as good as dead. She was very pretty, quite young, teenager still. She was crying as the position she was in was painful, but Bella paid her no head as she sat back in the comfortable sofa facing the large warm fire, and excellent wine in her glass. She looked over at the man sitting next to her in the same sofa, holding an identical glass.
"How are you enjoying your new job?" she asked Walden with a smirk. She knew he was not of her social standing, but she did so enjoy his company. There was something said for joint interests and he was Head Auror now so what did other things matter? "How many Aurors are still left?"