#;regulus

If there was one thing Bellatrix knew most certainly, it was that when the Dark Lord gave an order, it was her duty and privilege to obey. Even if it meant doing something that even to her seemed difficult. But when Tom Riddle came to her- specifically to her- how could she do anything but swear it would be done? Making her way to Regulus’s door, she knocked and waited for the house elf to let her in. “Is your mistress still out? Good. Take me to my cousin.”

She had just finished filing the last case report of the day- a wizard whose experimental weight loss potion had caused a large purple cloud to settle above his house, frightening his muggle neighbors and resulting in many memory charms- when she heard the incoming swoop of a memo. Unfolding the charmed paper airplane, she read a request for her to join the rest of the Wizengamot in their overnight holding chambers. A fight had broken out and wizards had been brought in to custody. A smile floating across her face at the chance to help with a case that didn’t simply involve filing and coding paperwork, she grabbed her wand from her desk and raced to the door, muttering quick apologies as she ran through other workers to get to the chambers.