Most Ancient and Noble House of Black | bellatrix (![]() ![]() |
There would be no repercussions. Not on the Black side. Although the word would be kept from her sisters, Bellatrix surely was proud to take braggart claim to her father. He would surely praise her and agree that a house elf like Mayfalk deserved such a fate. But the women? No, they’d never understand. So delicate and weak.
The young witch’s eyes remained locked on the corpse of the elf. Silence had taken over her, as she simply gawked in admiration at what they had done. Palms turned upwards, fingertips still painted in Mayfalk’s blood. A smirk touched her, as Rodolphus expressed his need to change so quickly. Stifling a laugh, she rubbed her bloodied hand over his face.
“Fine, my sweet little woman, let’s get you all nice and clean.” She couldn’t hold her laughter back a moment longer and with her head dropping back, she lost it.