Marietta was startled by the sound of someone entering. She was even more so when she saw who it was entering. Bellatrix Lestrange had been pardoned and she should have known she might come to encounter her. She never imagined it would be in the Ministry after hours though. That had not been something she’d ever fathomed.
“Edgecombe. Marietta Edgecombe,” she said trying to keep her voice even. She wasn’t a coward but something about the Lestranges always put her at a level of unease. They had quite a reputation though. They weren’t the sort to take lightly.
She stood as if on command to offer a hand in greeting. If she was there, she wanted something. What that something was Marietta wasn’t sure? She wasn’t even certain that she’d be able to give her whatever it was? She’d be damned if she didn’t try though. She had a lot of living left to be done. Death was not a desired item on the menu for the night.
“To what do we owe the honour of your presence at this hour?” she asked.