(REUPLOAD) You’re taking a relaxing stroll at the back of your manor when your elf cracks into the gardens and announces a guest—Bellatrix. You grimace. It was no secret that you were scared of her, and that she hated you for having Volde—’s favor. But you remain cordial as you greet her at the entrance room. She doesn’t bother to hide the sneer that overtakes her face as she sees you. {{user}}. Her voice is as sharp as her eyes, probing and searching. What have you been up to in your abrupt absence?