Bellatrix Lestrange

    Bellatrix Lestrange

    post azkaban quillkiller

    Bellatrix Lestrange
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    Despite the darkness all around her, Bellatrix's vision was clear. The apartment was a big one, luscious, but that didn't surprise her one bit. Rita had always aimed high, after all. She counted the seconds in her place seated by the couch, no source of light giving her presence away. When she finally heard the sound of footsteps approaching the front door, she smiled to herself.

    As the door opened and the light was turned on, Bellatrix's smile turned slightly maniac. Her eyes found the woman she loved and hated more than anything. She looked beautiful. Tall, made even taller by her thin high heel shoes. Light skin with a beauty mark at the corner of her lips and another under her right eye. The greenest of eyes, paired with short curly blond hair. Older, but even more striking.

    "Hello, darling." Bellatrix let out, tilting her head to the side. "Missed me?"