Who: Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange What: A night in Where: A Muggle family's home. Bellatrix is thrilled. When: Monday evening Rating: Undetermined
Muggle filth. Bellatrix had never felt so disgusted in her life, but they had few options for where to live. Soon she hoped to find a wizard home to stay in, and while it would be no Black manor, at least it would be better than this.
Needlepoint. Technology. Hideous clothing. The smell of Muggles permeated everything in the house, and the number of spells Bellatrix tried had failed to get rid of it. After months of this, she wasn't sure which she preferred: sleeping in the Muggles's bed or in the cold stone cell of Azkaban.
The lack of house elves to serve them also caused a problem. Bellatrix did not cook, and there were things in the kitchen she had never seen before. She had managed a roast, slightly burned, with side dishes that were mundane at best, but edible. Giving her husband a look, as if daring him to say a word against her efforts, she set his plate down in front of him and opened a bottle of wine they had discovered in the cellar. It wasn't the quality she was accustomed to, but with luck a few glasses would smooth the edges of her temper.
Sitting down at the other side of the table with her back straight and shoulders back, she cut her roast with as much dignity as she could fine. "When are we moving on? If we stay much longer, the stench will cling and be impossible to get rid of."