|bellanblack (bellanblack) wrote in the_recruitment,|
@ 2012-02-22 02:07:00
|Entry tags:||! 02/1977, ! complete, ! thread, char: bellatrix black, char: rodolphus lestrange|
Who:Bella and Rodolphus
What:Mudbloods be talkin smack, we can't let them get away with it!
She tightened the laces on her corset as she looked at herself in the mirror. Why was she doing this exactly? Her hair had met a brush. She dressed nicely. Making sure to work these... womanly wiles... She pouted some at her reflection as she continued to do up the laces. There really was no point. She could probably roll out of bed and talk to him like that. She was certain he couldn't say no to her. In fact she was sure of it. All the more reason she was bringing him. He was perfect. Everyone else may hesitate... After all... This was a tiny cross against the Dark Lord's whims... Just a tiny one. When she explained herself everything would be sure to work out. Or she could always ask him first...
AH! To much to think on now. First this. And anyway... wasn't it better to ask forgiveness than permission? Wasn't that the saying? Hmmm....
She let out a sigh and checked herself in the mirror. Adjusting her sleeves some, she strode out of her room. She tapped her wand against her cheek as she pondered where the man she was looking for would be. She hadn't told him anything. Her letters and conversations with him were short and irritable at best. She hummed softly pondering a bit. Well... she could always just go to his house. Worked for her!
With a big smile she apparited from her home to Rodolphus's. Well the front door. She didn't want to take the chance that he may have had some protection on it. How fun it would have been to just enter his house and be on one of his tables just waiting for him. His face would have been priceless. Even better he'd have been putty in her hands! Well... even more so...
She ran her hands through her hair a bit hating it's neat state. Enough wasting time. She rapped on the door a few times waiting for him. She smirked a bit wondering what his reaction might be... She twirled her hair around her fingers. This might be fun...His reactions would probably be worth while. And just this once... just this once it wouldn't be so bad to enlist his help. She was, secretly, a fan of his work...