bellatrix lestrange. (bellsringing) wrote in vivo_iterum, @ 2012-01-29 22:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: bellatrix black v2, character: hermione granger v2, player: erin, player: megan |
WHO: UWN!Hermione & UWN!Bellatrix Lestrange.
WHERE: Floor One, Room One.
WHEN: January 26th 8700; directly after this. Backdated.
WHAT: Bellatrix meets her daughter! Exciting.
RATING/STATUS: TBA (likely low)/In progress.
For the first time in days, Bellatrix felt something other than utter exhaustion. This place was dreadfully tiring. It wasn't just the working, or the adjusting. It was the people; all these rude people who were disturbed or otherwise unbalanced-- some of them were just utter cows. She had tried to avoid antagonizing any of the wildlife, but she checked her journal regularly in the hopes that someone from their world would appear-- someone they knew. Not that Bellatrix knew this Hermione girl, of course, but she was cautiously optimistic. She saw no reason for the girl to lie-- or, rather, knew that anyone from their world (or from others, she thought) would know better than to do something so foolish as to mess with the Lestranges. Oh, they weren't feared like they were in many other worlds, no, but people in her world had enough reason to respect if not fear the Lestranges (and the Blacks, by extension). She wasn't about to fully trust the girl quite yet, she wasn't that foolish, and kept her wand in her arm holster as she did always. But she was a tad excited to meet this daughter of hers. It wasn't quite like if the children she knew or if Rodolphus had shown up, but she was still pleased. She was certain that Hermione would be a lovely girl-- she'd seemed such so far, over the journals. Considering that many other people seemed to like yelling and insulting and throwing fits over the journals, someone with manners truly stood out. Having only just returned home from the laundromat (ugh, what a horrible word for an already unpleasant place), she had to hurriedly clean herself up. She couldn't go meet her daughter-- youngest daughter, it would appear-- in her dirty work clothes, now could she? She changed into a simple dress she'd gotten, past the knee and orange in colour. She unpinned her dark hair and let it fall in waves to her shoulders. After ensuring that she looked appropriate, she went down to Hermione's room on the first floor. Standing at the door, Bellatrix checked to make sure that she was perfectly proper before knocking on the door. She knocked quietly, three short taps. Then she stood back from the door, hands clasped in front of her. Bellatrix was not nervous-- she had never been the type-- though she did have at least one butterfly in her chest, fluttering about. |