Who: Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange
When: Tuesday evening
Where: A village in Maramures
What: Bella finally gets to do some muggle-hunting
Rating: Violence, undoubtedly
Status: In-progress


Bellatrix was clearly restless. As if setting half their camp on fire wasn't enough of an indication of that fact. But she was sick and tired of sitting around the camp just waiting for a vampire who would be willing to lead them to the castle. Clearly that was not going to happen so she decided it was long past time to take matters into her own hands. And that meant delivering dinner to the vampires. It may not have been the most rational of plans, but well, Bellatrix had never been accused of rationality in the first place.

Just before sundown, Bellatrix scribbled a quick message in her journal to the other Death Eaters and donned her heaviest cloak before stalking out of her tent. She did not particularly need company for this expedition - at least she didn't believe she did, although a more sane person would definitely question the wisdom of walking right up to a nest of vampires alone. But there was at least a small part of her twisted mind that recognized the fact that this would undoubtedly be easier with accompaniment.

That did not mean she was going to wait long, however. She was quite serious about the five minutes she was willing to wait before setting off to the nearby village to find some Muggles who would make a suitable dinner. And even waiting that long was going to be a challenge as she was already fidgeting with her cloak and pacing small circles in front of her tent. Aside from Rodolphus, there was not a useful one in the lot of them as far as she was concerned.