Bellatrix Lestrange (loyalfollower) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2016-02-23 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | andromeda tonks, bellatrix lestrange |
Who: Bellatrix Lestrange & Andromeda Tonks (and a couple of cameos)
What: Bella wants to remind her sister of a couple of things
Where: The Hospital
When: Feb 23, morning
Rating: High for violence
Status: Closed, Incomplete
She shouldn’t have been surprised. Bellatrix was under no illusions that her husband had a will of iron – he was easily influenced, and tended to make all his decisions with his gut. It was a trait that she found exasperating as often as she found it attractive. But she had hoped that his blood values would be more of a match for Delphine’s ridiculous flying gnomes. Perhaps, deep down, Bella had hoped that his loyalty to her, to their marriage would have put up more of a fight. But he hadn’t. And so here she was, stood in one of the empty rooms in the hospital, staring at a tray of healing potions as if they were the most important thing in the world.
Bella sighed, reached across, and pushed one potion bottle with a fingertip. It tottered for a moment, poised over the drop, and then tumbled to the floor. Glass and bright blue potion splashed across the fall, quickly dulling to a deep navy as it made contact with the air. As she waited, Bella’s thoughts drifted, as they kept doing, to Neville Longbottom. She could go find him. He was bound to be around here somewhere. The dark haired woman wasn’t completely sure what she would do when she found him – her urges switched quickly between murder and something altogether different.
Pulling herself from that train of thought with an almost painful determination, the dark haired witch looked around for another moment. The room was still completely silent, so she rolled her eyes and reached for another vial, letting that somersault to the ground after the first. And then another. By the time someone finally appeared in the doorway, there was a small rainbow of liquid covering the floor.
Bellatrix looked up in the starkly familiar face of her older, but younger sister. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth, mirrored by the way her right eyebrow arched elegantly upwards. “Oops.”