This wretched, cold manor | Bellatrix
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This had never truly felt like home. It was his ancestorsā whose footsteps had echoed in these halls. Marriageāeven one she considered as the best possible option for her as no other man had tried to understand her the way Rodolphus hadāhad been her concept of yet another prison. Of course, that had been before sheād suffered through a real one. Her younger selfās point of view was laughable. Sheād had more freedom here than at her parentsā home. Rodolphus gifted that to her. Sheād asked for a space of her own with excellent lighting,paint and canvas, to be seen as a person first and not a displayed prize. And she had given so little in return. If sheād been someone else, she imagined that someone would be reveling in this moment. She didnāt quite believe this was real. Rodolphusā voice carried from elsewhere in the manor and she emerged from her room. She walked to the railing and studied him. There he was, at the bottom of the staircase, asking a question as if theyād returned from a trip to Paris. She chose to ignore his term of affection. āWeāll have to see if Narcissa or your relatives have our elves.Thereās dust everywhere.ā And she needed her wand. Well,a wand. She doubted the Ministry would give herās back.
He entered her room, his presence only announced by the sound of his approaching footsteps. Ā āIs there anything missing? Ā I imagine this place must have been raided in our absence.ā Ā No matter. Ā They still had a vault with a sizeable bank account. Ā Luckily that had not changed. Ā āWe can replace things if need be.ā Ā Rodolphus looked at her, sadness and a sort of depravity in his eyes. Ā He was tired from the ordeal in prison and fighting to live, but he was finally home.












