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Most Ancient and Noble House of Black | bellatrix (noir_pur) wrote in seditio_wayback,

Jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed, as her face took on something far darker than an eleven-year-old should have prevailed. Unwilling to let go until the last breath left the lowly thing, she kept that dagger deep within him. Was that the ground she felt stopping the blade or was it bone? A secret wish the knife had penetrated him completely, so not a single bit of inner tissues and organs were left out of the cold, sharp sting of Lestrange's knife.

She remained silent. Eyes kept fixed on the lifeless thing before them. No longer had it a name. No longer had it a purpose. Everything this Mayfalk ever was had been erased at their conjoined hands. That was power. Bellatrix had just witness true art.

A straight face parted from the dead house elf, as she easily turned to her partner. Without another second, though, she was laughing again. Her light frame pushed against his shoulder, leaning into him as a playful shove.

"We can, when we have our first mudblood." She hadn't even realised she said it until the words were flying past her lips but did she regret it? Fuck no. Only meant there was more to come.