Who: Bellatrix and Rodolphus What: Husband/wife time? Except not. Where: Bella's house When: Evening Rating: TBD
Bellatrix had been surprised by Rodolphus' request to see her. She had gotten it into her mind that her future husband was not interested in dealing with the teenage version of his spouse. She was, after all, of little interest to him, surely? She was not yet the magnificent creature Barty Crouch Jr. described. She wasn't completely steady on her feet yet. She had the skills, the potential, but it had not yet developed.
The fire and passion that she read about was there, she assured herself, just not yet come to be. She imagined her years of experience as a death eater would draw that out. She was, she knew, still a force to be reckoned with. She was not afraid, not subdued, and would not be trifled with, but she was also still a teenager, a fact of which she was painfully aware in the presence of her husband, a man weathered by war, who had survived a stretch in Azkaban and still held himself exceptionally well.
Bellatrix had spent more time than usual primping for this meeting. Her hair hung in its usual smooth waves, and she donned a dark green dress (Slytherin colors, of course), with the necklace she had been wearing the day she was sent to this place. It was a family heirloom, a silver necklace with an intricate B. She had always enjoyed the fact that it stood for both Bellatrix and Black so that she would still be able to wear it after marriage. Her fingers idly toyed with it until the knock at the door turned her attention elsewhere. Smoothing out the skirt of her dress, she moved to the door, pulling it open to reveal Rodolphus. "Hello," she greeted, politely stepping aside to allow him in.