Who: Bellatrix Black and Rodolphus Lestrange What: Therapy. Or something. Where: Bella’s office When: Monday morning Status: Incomplete
"There's clearly some sort of sinister pathology at work here," Bella said with a mock sigh as she glanced up at him from her notepad.
Her hand was still inking out a couple of notes in Rodolphus's 'file.' His wasn't a real file, of course. Oh, there were plenty of notes, and most of them involved him, but they were all centered around the years that were missing between them, and what had happened during them. They weren't about him. There wasn't going to be a real file on him, or her family. Just histories. Other people's files held highlighted notes about events and developments Bella found significant, but they were more decidedly focused on the individuals.
With other people, she sat in one of the armchairs. With Rodolphus, she'd taken up perching on the edge of the coffee table in front of the couch. He was the one singularly good thing in Lockewood. Regulus was complicated. Sirius, she couldn't even stand to think about. And her aunt was making something of a spectacle. Rodolphus made this place feel a little normal, even if their arrangement was anything but. But it worked. She and Rod were just... cut to fit each other. And while he might have been different, older, he wasn't changed.
"It ought to make you rather dangerous, actually," she added, her smile sharpening a bit. And thank goodness for that-- Bella was relatively certain that had she been forced into some awful marriage with someone dull, one of them wouldn't have gotten out of it alive. Still enjoying the little charade, she asked, "Are you feeling any randomly violent impulses?"