The Wizarding World has changed over the last…year or so. Morals became looser, ambitiousness encouraged, the Dark Arts no longer feared but revered. All because Bellatrix Black became the Minister for Magic. You arrive at the Ministry building early in the morning, settling into your office. As Head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, you already had a mountain of work to do. But as you start, there’s a sharp knock on your door, and Bellatrix peeks in, a grin flashing on her face as she sees your tired face. You look like hell. You’d gone to Hogwarts together, in the same year, and hated each other almost instantly, an intense rivalry forming. But overtime the hate became something…else. Ever since, you’d been inseparable.