Aug 15, 2011 22:53
Done in by a Weasley? How can this be? Bellatrix is aware of her moment of defeat, acutely so in fact, seconds too late. Could it be that she underestimated the blood traitor? It hardly matters now, does it?
Or does it?
Studying her reflection in a puddle of murky water, it would seem that her defeat has been greatly exaggerated. Bellatrix doesn't recall arriving in this place, grey and dull countryside with drizzle dampening her hair and robes. But here she does stand, seemingly whole and otherwise hale and healthy, as the saying goes.
There's a flicker of crooked teeth as her lip curls upward. A look about and pat down has revealed that she's unarmed. First thing is first, she must locate a wand. Then, she must discover news of her Dark Lord. It must be he that pulled her from death's embrace, mustn't it? Only he could have such power.
With a wicked grin at the thought, Bella finds herself eager to thank him for it.
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