Bella hated that she had to work in this dreadful place and especially with muggles. The only one she wanted to work for was her master, which was Voldemort though she called him Tom in private. They were lovers, she was happy about that since her husband she had hated him and wanted him dead. "Tom.. you seem really happy this evening, what's going on?" she asked as she hung up her cloak on the coat hook and walked towards him.