Who: Bella and Rodolphus. What: Comparing wounds, comparing battles, basically being them. Where: Lestrange manor. When: Some time on Nov. 1 Rating: TBD. Status: Closed/ Incomplete.
To say that Bella was happy was a vast understatement. Anyone who didn't know her would have been very, very afraid of the look on her face and really, even those who knew her really well would have been very afraid of the look on her face. It was one of sheer triumph. Of all the people she had been expecting to run into or hoping to run into, Sirius had not been on that list but the fact that he had been the one? It just made things ten times better for Bella. To say that she was disappointed in how little he had fought back though was an understatement. She knew he knew how to fight better than that. After all, she had had a hand in training him while he was growing up so she knew he had to duel and what she had just seen come from him had been anything but proper dueling. That being said, she was not at all disappointed with how things had ended.
When she had last looked, Sirius had been lying motionless on the concrete, his blood turning it even darker in the night and his wand had been forgotten though not for very long as she had bent over and picked it up before tossing a wink at Sirius and disapparating.
She was a little disappointed upon arriving home and not finding Rodolphus there so that she could brag about what had just taken place but his not being there also meant that she had a chance to take a look at her own wounds. Bella wasn't entirely certain how some of them had been obtained but they were mild compared to the ones she had suffered in the Ministry and as she had headed upstairs, Sirius' wand twirling gleefully in her hands, she shed her outer clothes, inspecting her wounds closely and summoning an elf as she made her way into their bedroom.
Without a thought she tossed Sirius' wand onto the nearby table and poured herself a drink, a finger poking into a particularly nasty looking wound that turned out not to be as bad as it looked and grinned as she sat down, glancing at the wand that lie on the table beside her. Really, the night could have not gone better if she had tried. Setting her glass down she summoned her journal and penned a quick note to both Rodolphus and Rabastan knowing full well that the former would have a fit upon arriving home and finding her covered in blood regardless of the fact that most of it wasn't hers. She was tempted to heal her wounds before he got home but knowing that it would make him happy to inspect her himself she didn't. Instead she picked up her glass and took a healthy drink from it, hoping he wasn't going to make her wait long.