Who: Bellatrix Lestrange and Tom Riddle What: Meeting her Dark Lord Where: Outside When: Saturday Status/Rating: Incomplete/TBD
She was not happy. She had found a letter on her desk, telling her that she had better get started on her job. Considering she didn't even know what a plumber was, that was quite difficult. That was how she found herself coming back from the library, fuming. She had to fix toilets for a living? A growl escaped her mouth. Unbelievable. Whoever was in control of this island would pay dearly.
Bellatrix was so frustrated she wasn't even paying attention to her surroundings as she should've been. Perhaps that was how she hadn't noticed the young man in the shadows. Walking past him, muttering to herself, it wasn't until she was about ten feet past him that she realized something didn't feel right. It felt...comforting. Comforting to her, whereas it would be a disturbing chill to anyone else. Bella looked behind her, expecting her Lord to be right there.
She couldn't keep the disappointment from showing.