Who: Bella Black and Mr. Rodolphus Lestrange Where: The hovel that Bella is trying to make her home When: Several Days after Rodolphus' arrival and Bella's subsequent avoidance What: Might as well do some meeting Rating: Have you heard Rodolphus speak? Status: In progress
Bellatrix Black was many things; but she was never a coward. She never backed down and she might have been afraid but it never showed.
At least until some unknown and strange Rodolphus was meant to come meet her. Somewhere in there all her courage faltered and rather than hang around for what she knew would be an incredibly uncomfortable and possibly emotional encounter, (gross), she left. Bellatrix didn't know where she was going or what she was supposed to do, but she was resourceful. Resourceful enough to find a deserted tree house and start fixing it up. Resourceful enough to find what she could amongst discarded piles and the beaches of the fucking Ocean that still shouldn't be there. Resource enough that despite others being on the island, she had done her very best to avoid any interaction past her first entry into her journal. Bellatrix didn't like to be out of control and in this scenario she had no clue what was going on. She felt decidedly small and weak, both feelings utterly disgusted her beyond belief.
The thought of talking to anyone else and them sensing her unease was enough to make her stomach turn. Blacks were never uneasy. Soon enough she would have a better handle on things and then she would make her appearance, as cool, calm, and collected as she always was. One of the things she valued from her upbringing was her ability to look unruffled despite the inner chaos that churned away in her mind. For all intents and purposes, Bella could appear aloof and cold even when she was falling apart. It had proven to be a useful tool as she had grown. Blacks weren't nurturing and any display of emotion was mocked in their home.
The first journal post from Rodolphus had been confused, he had come looking for her and she had vanished. Bella had waited a few minutes before finally writing clipped and short that she felt it best that she go on her own way and he his for the time being. The next entry was written in such a way that she could literally hear his powerful voice echoing in rage through the underbrush that she was pushing through. A few more entries came through over the first couple of days but she managed to ignore them. She didn't need friends here or an ally. She wasn't that pathetic. Soon enough she would rise to the top of her challenges and be the Bellatrix Black that she was expected to be. That she expected herself to be. At all times.
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That afternoon the sky was gray and threatening. It had already rained once in the morning, but Bella was fairly certain it would be raining again. She had half a mind to just stay in her new home, but she was hungry and she knew there were berry bushes just about a ten minute walk away, hidden near an outcropping of ferns. She had gone and was now ambling home, enjoying the solitude of her surroundings. Slowly but surely she was getting used to this place. She figured within a few days she would go in search of others; for what purpose she hadn't quite decided. She should have had her guard up, Blacks never let their guard down, but for some reason she had gotten a bit lazy in her isolation.