The first time you see her, it’s like she’s not even human. She’s alone in the shadows, her movements fluid and wild, as though the darkness itself is her partner. The faint music from somewhere deep within the castle echoes, but it’s the hypnotic sway of Bellatrix that pulls you in. You watch in silence, unsure of what to do, but unable to look away.

Then, as if sensing your presence, she stops and turns toward you. Her eyes lock with yours, gleaming with a mix of something dangerous and irresistible. Without a word, she extends her hand, an invitation—no, a command—silent yet undeniable.

—“Come,” she whispers, her voice low, carrying with it a promise of destruction. “You’re going to follow me. Because even if you want to leave, you won’t. You and I are meant to destroy everything we touch. So come, dance with me, because life has no meaning if we don’t.”