Bellatrix Black (bp_bellatrix) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-08-14 09:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 08, dead character: bellatrix lestrange |
RP: Bellatrix
Who: Bellatrix
Where: Ministry
When: August 14
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Bella wonders about the state of things
The light form the magical windows was almost golden at this time of day, but as she paced her office, Bella hardly noticed. She was too restless to sit, too caught up in the nervous energy that had caught her since Wednesday. Since then she'd been working later, harder, trying to figure out how in the world Potter could have created the mess they'd experienced that day.
What was worse was that aside from killing the guards who'd been on duty that day and add his voice to drown out younger Potter's, the Dark Lord had done nothing. For hours, she'd walked around with a stupid hat on her head (and no it was not funny) and the Dark Lord wasn't doing anything. Why was that?
And why had he so categorically stopped her attempts to bring order to the marriage laws, forcing those who could produce pureblood children to marry so that their world could expand? With time, with effort, with the right kind of research, they could stop half bloods from existing all together. They could make their world pure in just a few generations. There was so much to do, but it wasn't being done. Why? Was it Blaise who stopped it? Blaise who spoke sweetly into their master's ear, keeping his attentions on the unimportant things? Was yet another man betraying him and their cause, while she was waiting for his permission to act?
That bothered her more than anything. Time and time again, she'd waited, patiently, for the Dark Lord to see that she was his most loyal, his most trustworthy. Time and time again, he chose to trust the men who betrayed him instead. She would not have failed in the Ministry like Lucius had. She would not have betrayed him like all of them had. She was the loyal one and yet the Dark Lord didn't see.
She shot a hex at one of the chairs in the room, the pieces of the shattered chair spreading around the room. It was time to stop waiting. She'd prove that she was the first, the most loyal. This time, she'd not wait, she'd find a way to act, to surprise him, to do what he wasn't doing. When she was finished, he'd praise her above all others, and she'd be able to set their world right, the way it should be.
Yes, she would act, she just needed to find the right action to take.