Dungheap outside the destroyed inn
Who? Bellatrix and Regulus What? Waking up confused Where? Dungheap near the inn When? After the rift opened, post destruction of the inn
Bellatrix awoke. Her head hurt something awful, like goblins had given her eyeballs a ride until the ichor ran. Gingerly she poked her hand up to check that that wasn't in fact the case, only half-jokingly. She had definitely pissed off the Gringotts people with her continual requests for more security, they hated having their methods questioned. Not her problem… Try having Voldemort as a boss and not follow out his wishes, never did work out for people. Not that it would ever occur to her to do that, she loved her Dark Lord with all her cold, black heart. Something did reek though… There had been a duel, some puissant little wizard from some department or another. A flash of light, the usual measure of smug satisfaction from another duel won and another wizard to the grave, but… This was different. There was usually light flashing from the wands but the whole world had gone to shit. Literally from the looks of it. Did explain the smell, she was in a world of shit and it sickened her less than she would have expected. Where had she landed? Had she been knocked into the air? Thrown? This looked… Very different from the alleyway near Gringotts where the duel had happened. For one thing, trees. And little wooden buildings, like Hogsmeade. One of which definitely looked under renovation, had they torn out the entire second floor? And this, her landing spot. Looked like the dungheap where they shoveled off all the offal and leavings from the rather large and smelly assortment of barnyard creatures wandering about. Of all the places to splash into, eh Bella? Shrugging off her own thoughts she gingerly extracted herself from the collection of grassy, mossy shit, and tried her best to brush off the more noticeable bits from the grimy black robe she wore. The smell would've knocked most on their ass but she was well versed in dark potions and they tended to make cow dung smell like flowers on a good day, so she endured. Would definitely need a new robe at some point though; the flies were already a pain, and getting worst with every bite of her pale, white flesh. Could do with a bath in general, maybe a hairbrush, although she never really gave much attention to either. Were neither necessary nor even remotely important; the Dark Lord valued her for more intangible things, like murder and mayhem. If she wanted her bearings though, and to find out where she'd landed, Bellatrix recognized that wandering about looking like a crazed derelict was not the best way to command respect. Besides, under the robe she was still by her reckoning anyway a very attractive witch. Unkempt, surely, but she secretly did love what lay between her legs. She was proud of her womanhood, proud of the tightness and she kept it more orderly than the rest of her just in case something did come up. Had good tits too, nothing amazing but she was young and they were pert. Could probably do with a shave but that was most days; who had the time? And if she could be perfectly honest with herself, when had there even been a time when anybody noticed? She hadn't had a man in what, she couldn't even bring it to mind. Sad. Well, maybe here she could clean up a bit and unwind, God knows she could use the break. Things had been… Unsettling lately. Strange murmurs in the world, things shifting about. She wondered if she was somewhere perhaps very much farther than normal, and wondered if maybe the time to get back would perhaps be obliging and be at least a couple weeks where she could burn off a bit of stress on some poor bastards in this village. Maybe even find another wizard sympathetic to the cause and really cause some havoc. That would be beautiful, just the thing to refresh her for the work ahead.