Bellatrix (Black) Lestrange (alms) wrote in exiledrpg,
"While I appreciate your enthusiasm and I do long for a day of just us girls," Bellatrix's nose wrinkled as she spoke fondly of their time together. Which Bellatrix was fond of the idea. Her dear sister was only a supporter, after all. An important one to birth forth a active supporter but it was nothing that Bellatrix could connect with. Her other si-she dare not finish the word. The other one was forgotten, marked off. Good as dead, shame she wasn't as of yet. But Bellatrix longed to have something like this happen. Though she wouldn't get the pleasure with her own child, she could get the pleasure with someone else's. "We'll start when the lord says."
Her wand was tucked in the black ribbon around her waist that matched so well with the dress she wore that one could barely tell it was there. Her arms folded behind her back where her hands cupped together in a hold.
"I will not present you to the Dark Lord until you are ready but I must see if you peak his interests. With everything that is going on, surely he has more use of me than training someone he doesn't want to take interest in. However, lucky for you, our Lord has requested an audience with me and I shall find out soon. Until then?" Bellatrix slowly approached Daphne, her hands came out and placed her long and thin fingers against the younger girl's shoulders.
"You mind Auntie Bellatrix." Her head leveled with Daphne's, her eye gave a wink. "Run along and play like a good darling. I'll call when necessary." Her lips pursed together to make a soft air kiss. She then released the girl and fixed the outfit Daphne wore. "Go on. We'll speak soon enough."