Who: Bella & Roddy Where: Their Villa in Paris When: Late evening, Bella's favorite time. Rating: who knows Status: incomplete
Bella was tired. Not literally tired, she'd slept enough. But she was tired of all this mess. Being risen from the dead was not all it was cracked up to be. She was stressed out. Voldemort was stressed out. Narcissa was in trouble. Draco was in trouble. And she couldn't find Rodolphus or Rabastan. It was upsetting. She wanted to kill things. She had killed things. And drank herself stupid.
She needed an escape. So Bella decided to get out of the country. She had a villa in France. It was a family home that had been passed down through the Black lines. It would be a good place to escape for a little while. She dropped the wards and apparated in. Digging through the cabinets, Bella grabbed a bottle of whiskey and stripped down. She flopped down on the couch, sighing. She felt miserable.