Bellatrix Lestrange (blackest_heart) wrote in snitched, @ 2008-11-26 19:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: astoria greengrass, character: bellatrix lestrange |
Who: Bellatrix Lestrange and Astoria Greengrass
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Bellatrix's office, Ministry of Magic
What: Bellatrix is grouchy, Astoria has a request
Rating: Likely low? But you never know
Status: Complete!
While most of the Ministry was well-accustomed to Bellatrix's wildly unpredictable moods and temper, she was in particularly rare form today. Even if the worst of her anger had been sated by the previous night's hunting expedition and Danielle's present that morning, she had already cursed three separate Ministry employees for crimes such as speaking to her and glancing in her direction. And she had only been in the office since lunch. Of course as far as she was concerned, her rage was entirely justified. Not only were Potter, Longbottom and all of their little friends completely infuriating (and that was far too mild a word), but Conrad Warrington had fought Harry Potter himself and let him escape.
After some time spent prowling the corridors of the Ministry just looking for someone else to abuse, she had finally retreated to her office. Not that there would be actual work accomplished that afternoon. The few attempts to actually do something productive had resulted in a pile of torn scraps of parchment and a growing pile of ashes in the middle of her desk. After destroying what had been a rather important file, Bellatrix turned to spending her time alternating between pacing across her office and flipping through her journal, watching and hoping that someone would step out of line.
She was back to sitting at her desk, beginning to consider the merits of another trip to Azkaban to find some prisoner to take her rage out on when she saw Astoria's journal entry. She was surprised that anyone would willingly seek her out today, but the girl had never struck her as particularly foolish so her curiosity was at least mildly piqued. A few minutes after she had penned her response and there was a knock on her door. "Come in," she called out, voice sharp and strained. This had better be worth her time.