Exclusive interview with notorious Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange
"Here I am, sitting in the private dungeon of the notorious Bellatrix Lestrange, most feared follower of the Dark Lord, and having a completely normal interview. Read on to see if there’s più to Bellatrix than just madness and a nasty reputation!"
RS: Do te mind if I use a quick-quotes quill?
BL: What’s that?
*fingers wand handle threateningly*
RS: Oh, nothing, erm, moving on…Can I call te Bella?
The walls are illuminated da one small candle. Xander lies on his back staring at the ceiling above him. The shadows of both him and his novel crazed companion Josh dance upon the walls. The room is silent for a moment until Xander sighs heavily and turns to his side.
“What’s wrong, Xan?” Josh questions, only glancing away from his book for a diviso, spalato moment.
“She knows, Josh,” Xander replied pointedly.
Josh groaned in annoyance and practically threw his book aside.
The sun bleeds across the horizon. He strokes her back gently as the first glimpse of light becomes present in the sky. When the sun shows its full bloom, she turns to him. Her deep eyes gazing into his own, a smile etched on her face.
Listen to the wind blow Watch the sun rise…
“I Amore you, Roddy.”
He knows it isn’t true, but Bellatrix black was a fantastic actress. Yes, Rodolphus knows it’s not true, the Amore is fake. It’s only a lust for power. But does he protest? No. He accepts it. He feels that he must find...