Who: Barty & Bellatrix Where: Bella's house When: Backdated to the weekend Status: WIP
Things hadn't become much clearer for Barty since he'd been released from hospital. From the welcome he'd recieved, he didn't quite dare to go up and demand explanations from people he did not know, and the people he did know, when he spoke to them in writing, he did not quite recognise.
Something had changed, something was different, and not just because he was no longer in Azkaban but in a magical village where he was comfortably housed but expected to do some kind of job involving other people's rubbish, which was so demeaning he didn't even know where to start. By not doing it, that was the current option he was taking.
Still, he needed to figure this all out. And with Rodolphus gone - he still didn't really understand this either - the next best option seemed to be to seek out Bellatrix and speak to her. She didn't remember his initiation or his training, he understood that much. But perhaps she would still be able to help him. Bellatrix's devotion to the Dark Lord had always been the only species he privately considered at least equal to his own.
He found the house after some confusion in navigating the identical units on the street and knocked aristocratically. He might be an escaped convict, but unlike some people he still had manners.