InsaneJournal

Bellatrix was sitting at the low bench before the dresser, combing her long dark hair.  She had missed being able to do simple things like this during those long years in That Place.  She'd missed clean dressing gowns and clean hair and most of all she had missed waking beside her husband.

The Dark Lord's Cause was her Cause and while he had her complete loyalty, her heart belonged to her beloved Rodolphus.  Speaking of whom, she wondered where he had wandered off to after cursing that house elf for waking them so early.