Bella sunk into the chair slowly, trying to think about how to explain. She sat back into her, her posture perfect, showing that she had been raised as a perfect pureblood. As much as she was happy that He was here, she hated that she would have to work to earn some semblance of trust again. She had no doubt that it would be worth it though.
"You rise to power, sometime in the late sixties. You have a group of followers who call themselves the Death Eaters, which I am a part of," she said, barely able to keep the smirk off her face. She was the only woman in her time. She had read that there would be more, but she was the first. Bellatrix pulled up her sleeve and showed the Dark Mark, "This is your mark. You started working to rid the world of mudbloods, but of course there are those who oppose to your ideals, unfortunately this island seems to be over run with enemies. There are a few though, that are loyal." Not enough though. Never enough. She pulled her sleeve back down and looked at him, waiting to see if he would say anything, before continuing.